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February 2, 1992

Lui - vocals, Gibson guitar (DADGAD)
Jeff - electric guitars
Billy - pennywhistles
Donna - fiddles
Frank - 6-string bass
Rob - percussion
Bill - field drum

The ocean does not cry aloud when she is asked to leave
She does not fight the moon's pull, the tugging on her sleeve
The time has come for parting, she's only just arrived
Surrendering to the moon's pull, the ocean stays alive.

The moon, it is her constant call, she rests not in one place
No claim on her the shore holds, it but reflects her face
A mirror to her visage, she knows herself in love
Thus looking outward finds herself - then comes the call from above:

"Surrender," the moon calls, "these boundaries are not your own
"Surrender," the moon calls, "and I shall lead you home."

The ocean does not question why she's drawn from shore to shore
She does not ask the Heavens, "Then which do I love more?"
For she is not possessed by the west nor by the east
Her life is held in mystery, the secrets of the deep.

In deepest, darkest waters precious gems of life are born
In depths of secret longing the ocean births her own
The coral grows beneath the waves, the pearl is forged anew
As far below the surface ocean's beauty reigneth true.

Surrender, the moon calls, these boundaries are not your own
Surrender, the moon calls, and I shall lead you home.

The ocean does not cry aloud when she is asked to leave
She does not fight the moon's pull, the tugging on her sleeve
And trusting in the parting, and knowing self in love
Surrendering to the moon's pull, the ocean stays alive.

Surrender, the moon calls, your boundaries are your own
Surrender, the moon calls, and I shall lead you home.

©1992 Molly Gamblin Music (BMI)