Frank Sinatra - Ebb tide

First the ^CM7tide rushes ^Am7in Plants a ^Dmkiss on the ^Gshore Then ^Crolls out to ^Bsea and the ^A7sea is very ^Dmstill once ^Gmore

So I ^CM7rush to your ^Am7side Like the ^Dmoncoming ^Gtide With ^Cone burning ^Bthought Will ^A7your arms open wide? At ^Dmlast we're ^E7face to face And as we ^Amkiss through an ^Fmembrace I can ^Ctell, I can ^Amfeel You are ^Dmlove, you are ^G7real Really ^Cmine in the^Am rain, in th^Dme dark, in the^G7 sun

Like the ^CM7tide at its ^Am7ebb I'm at ^Dmpeace in ^Gthe web of ^CM7your arms^{Am7 Dm7 G7 C}