The ocean’s waves come crashing, Against the rugged shore, With stories of the deep, That echo evermore.
The salty air is calling, The horizon stretched so wide, In every drop that splashes, The heartbeat of the tide.
- Jānis Akuraters
The ocean’s waves come crashing, Against the rugged shore, With stories of the deep, That echo evermore.
The salty air is calling, The horizon stretched so wide, In every drop that splashes, The heartbeat of the tide.