ABOVE THE WAVE
Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun,
It rolls in,
They all come to watch, they come to ride the
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
Around the world beyond the shores of Peru, to New
Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,
Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing