Took a ten mile drive
To the Bay of Fundy
The tides out for miles
We climb down the loose shale
On the beach we can hear the tidewater rushing
The red clay hills feel like a dream
The beauty of it all, wholesome and true
I could baptised my self in the muddy murky red
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
Took a ten mile drive
To the Bay of Fundy
The tides out for miles
We climb down the loose shale
On the beach we can hear the tidewater rushing
The red clay hills feel like a dream
The beauty of it all, wholesome and true
I could baptised my self in the muddy murky red
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