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 
  Waterway,

  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