George Barnett The Ninth Wave
Stranded and spent, brought to our knees
Washed and cut to splintered debris
Crashing tides of a crashing sea
Then the ninth wave came down on me
And everybody said;
Oh I can't believe
Sun of ochre, scarlet leaves
Sparkled shores on Christmas eve
Then the ninth wave came down on me
I saw your face, lost in the haze
Stranded and spent for 17 days
I found you under palm trees shade
Waiting for Apocolade
And everybody said;
Oh I can't believe
Sun of ochre, scarlet leaves
Sparkled shores on Christmas eve
Then the ninth wave came down on me
Oh I can't believe
Sun of ochre, scarlet leaves
Sparkled shores on Christmas eve
Then the ninth wave came down on me
Then the ninth wave came down on me
