O' Pacific Shore Lyrics

The trail winds down to the beach.

A circle of light, a tunnel of trees.

Wild blackberries melt on my tongue.

I step through the arch and into the sun.

O’ Pacific shore, soft water, smooth stones,

Grey foamy sand, cool on my toes.

I left as a child, returned as I am,

With weather-worn heart and wide open hands.

My son’s gone ahead. He’s got boulders to climb.

I sit with my past and gaze out for a time.

For time is an ocean, and I am a stone,

By grace carried here to this beach in the sun.

O’ Pacific shore, soft water, smooth stones,

Grey foamy sand, cool on my toes.

I left as a child, returned as I am,

With weather-worn heart and wide open hands.

Oh, “Hush,” she sings, “Hush, hush.” The waves brush the shore. Ooh, ooh. . .

Oh, “Hush,” she sings, “Hush, hush, hush. . . . Weep no more, weep no more.”

O’ Pacific shore, soft water, smooth stones,

Grey foamy sand, cool on my toes.

I left as a child, returned as I am,

With weather-worn heart and wide open hands.

Weather-worn heart and wide open hands.