My Tears and the Tide Words and Music by Bill Pere


In the little village print shop, he;d work late into the evening
He'd only stop when he was tired, for to his scarred and blinded eyes
the darkness had no meaning

He'd set up the next day's work by touch, then walk down to face the ocean
Where the sea spray and his tears would mix, he'd think back on the years
that she had loved him with such devotion

He'd say "my tears and the tide are both salty water,
Come back to me Jenny, I've been such a fool.
I was blaming you for something you didn't do and that was cruel...
All these years I've cried for you and our daughter,
Come back to me Jenny, You're still my wife
I could never see how good you were to me,
I guess I was blind all my life

It was just after their girl was born that their happiness was shattered;
His wife was carrying printer's acid when she was
startled by their crying child and across her husband's face it splattered

Their lives became an endless stream of guilt and blame each day
'Till she couldn't take it anymore; He awoke to find
his wife and child had gone away...

He heard it said that they were seen heading toward the ocean deep
She was screaming that her child and her just had to get away
to find a place for peaceful sleep...

He'd say "my tears and the tide are both salty water,
Come back to me Jenny, I've been such a fool.
I was blaming you for something you didn't do and that was cruel...
All these years I've cried for you and our daughter,
Come back to me Jenny, You're still my wife
I could never see how good you were to me,
I guess I was blind all my life

She made sure that he thought that they had drowned
She wouldn't let him know that they were living across town...
She watched as he struggled to learn to work by touch
She thought revenge would feel so sweet, but she wondered
Why she hurt so much...

The years went by, his daughter grew; One day, he'd almost met her
As they both stood in a local store; She wished to tell him who she was,
She knew her mother wouldn't let her.

As she'd pass his shop, she'd stop and watch;
      In his eyes, she'd see the suffering
That was also in her mother's heart; Both afraid to say that they were wrong
She knew she must do something...

So late one night, she slipped into the print shop,
     and through her father's troubled bedtime
She rearranged the letters he had set up for the next day's front page
And so, the morning headline said:

My tears and the tide are both salty water,
Come back to me Jenny, I've been such a fool.
I was blaming you for something you didn't do and that was cruel...
All these years I've cried for you and our daughter,
Come back to me Jenny, You're still my wife
I could never see how good you were to me,
I guess I was blind all my life

There's no way to describe what that man must have felt
When a hand touched his shoulder and a voice from his past said
"Dearest husband, we've both been such fools,
But perhaps we've both grown up at last..."
  
Copyright Bill Pere, MysticMusic/KidThink Music All Rights Reserved

 

 

 


"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth,  I wonder what would happen to this world?"  --- Harry Chapin