Roll in the tide by Ivan G Rehorek

The hands that flutter on the keyboard Are two birds at daybreak And the rest of the band rolls in the tide Shouting waves and dancing clouds And my own heart leaps high At the hands that flutter on the keyboard Those rills and runs and somersaults The air rushes in and out with a roar And the rest of the band rolls in the tide Until there’s nothing left but To bring it all back from the brink Those hands that flutter on the keyboard It’s all over now bar the laughing And now the crowd joins in with applause As the rest of the band rolls in the tide For those hands that flutter on the keyboard…

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