Ebb Tide
Regine Velasquez
First the tide, rushes in you Is a kiss from the shore A voice softly speak And the sea is fairer still Once more So I rushed to your side Like the arm coming tide Ever stunning hope With your arms opened wide At last, with face to face And does we kiss to warm embrace I can tell, I can fell You are there, you are real Really mine In the rain, In the dark In the sun Just by holdin' tight heaven sent Oh, I loved these In the warmth of your arms...