Richard Fariña - The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood

Where gentle tides go rolling by

Along the salt-sea strand

The colors blend and roll as one

Together in the sand

And often do the winds entwine

To send their distant call

The quiet joys of brotherhood

When love is lord of all

Where oat and wheat together rise

Along the common ground

The mare and stallion light and dark

Have thunder in their sound

The rainbow sign, the blended flood

Still have my heart enthralled

The quiet joys of brotherhood

When love is lord of all

But men have come to plow the tides

The oat lies on the ground

I hear their fires in the field

They drive the stallion down

The roses bleed, both light and dark

The winds do seldom call

The running sands recall the time

When love was lord of all

• Artist:Richard Fariña