Riding the Waves (For Virginia Wolf) - Steve Harley, Cockney Rebel

She shook her head and I saw jewels

I saw golden trinkets hanging there and quivering

Then she told me 'Hey, I see the sea'

'Watch how the creases form then disappear' - we saw a new day forming.

The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning

We got the feeling of riding the waves.

Then light struck upon the brooding trees

Making one leaf seem transparent and then shimmering

Then an arc of fire was burning on the distant rim

Of the horizon and we gazed in awe.

The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning

We got the feeling of riding the waves.

The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning

We got the feeling of riding the waves.

Then she whispered 'Look'

'The honey-coloured ball is lilting its way into another morning'

Then she flicked the back of her neck, defiantly

And for such gestures one could fall hopelessly in love for a lifetime.

The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning

We got the feeling of riding the waves

We got the feeling of riding the waves

We got the feeling of riding the waves

Oh we got, we got, we got, we got

We got the feeling of riding the waves

Oh …