The waves, there are waves, sudden waves break over me
There are waves, sudden waves over me
There are days when the world that I want is not to be
And I am lost

There are days, broken days, when the gales I sail are blown
There are waves, sudden waves over me
And the sea carries me on a course that's not my own
And I am lost

There are storms, sudden storms, when the former life is lost
There are waves, sudden waves over me
And it's chance, not design, makes the line my life has crossed
And I may drown

There are bays, peaceful bays, in the harbor of your hand
Where the waves, sudden waves, cannot reach
There are days when the ways of your words can make dry land
And I can stay

There are bays, peaceful bays, in the harbor of your hand
Where the waves, sudden waves, cannot reach
There are days when the ways of your words can make dry land
And I can stay