Quiet joys of brotherhood

As gentle tides go rolling by, Along the salt sea strand. Their colours blend and roll as one Together in the sand. And often do, the winds entwine Do send their distant call. The quiet joys of...

As gentle tides go rolling by, Along the salt sea strand The colours blend and roll as one Together in the sand. And often do the winds entwine Do send their distant call, The quiet joys of...