Title: Thy Flowing Dress By: Bruce Hackmann

She walks the beach, oh so peaceful Even cloudy days ye beauty shine

Waves of crystal makes me wistful Thy flowing dress enwraps my shrine

Ye porcelain skin touched by the seas Such deep beauty the treasure I seek

By the ocean on a velvet breeze Golden threads tenderly brush thy cheek

O'er her face Above thine eyes How sweet thou place Bright waves of golden skies