The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

[Verse 1] The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. [Verse 2] Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. [Verse 3] The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. [Outro] And the tide rises, The tide falls... Traditional American folk ballad, acoustic fingerpicked guitar, gentle harmonica, subtle fiddle, warm low male baritone vocals, intimate storytelling delivery, melancholic and reflective atmosphere, imagery of the sea at twilight, timeless 19th-century Americana, natural organic instruments, slow steady rhythmic pulse around 78 BPM, simple memorable melody, restrained emotional performance, authentic vintage folk recording character, no pop production, no electronic drums, no orchestral soundtrack, clear natural English pronunciation.