Tidings From Some Distant Shore - Kerrs Pink

There´s a sound from the woods ever breezing

It keeps on whispering while still knowing more

There´s a tide crushing in from the ocean

It tells of tidings from some distant shore

There´s a cry from a child ever fearing

The marching boots at a mad man´s call

There´s a sigh of relief after lightning

Before the rain soothingly starts to fall

Tell me if you doubt

For what do we know for certain

Still there´s a lot to learn

Before the final curtain

Till then we´ll await

And step out from our hidings

To see face to face

The last of the latest tidings