ABOVE THE WAVE


 Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, 
 It rolls in,

 They all come to watch, they come to ride the 
 Wild surf.

 For the true surfer It comes from within, at one 
 With the wave,

 Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide 
 Across the water.

 From Australia, the split, surfers' paradise, they 
 Battle the rolling storm,

 To Hawaii, waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or  
 Hanalei Bay, the wave.

 Above the wave where dreams' are made, surf the open 
 Water way,

 Around the world beyond the shores of Peru, to New 
 Zealand, Ride.

 Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,


 Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing 
 waves.

                  Keith Garrett