Fairport Convention - The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood lyrics

I can't believe that it's so cold As gentle tides go rolling by, Along the salt sea strand The colours blend and roll as one Together in the sand. And often do the winds entwine Do send their distant call, The quiet joys of brotherhood, And love is lord of all. The oak and weed together rise, Along the common ground. The mare and stallion light and dark Have thunder in their sound. The rainbow sign, the blended flower Still have my heart in thrall. The quiet joys of brotherhood, And love is lord of all. But man has come to plough the tide, The oak lies on the ground. I hear their fires in the fields, They drive the stallion down. The roses bleed both light and dark, The winds do seldom call. The running sands recall the time When love was lord of all.