Red Dirt Tide

They asked, "Where's the chapel, grand and tall and wide?"
I just winked and said, "Honey, it's where the red dirt meets the tide."
No shiny limousines, just dusty pickup trucks lined up to the bend,
And string lights like captured stars, hung low from the old cashew friend.

No marble floors, no crystal chandeliers,
Just red earth dance and a love that washes out all fears.
This love's a current, deep and knowing, knows no bounds,
A Bahian wedding on sacred, shifting grounds.

The old guitar was strummin' low, a rhythm soft and sweet,
Kicked off our sandals, felt the honest dust beneath our feet.
Mama's moqueca bubblin' rich, a scent that calls you home,
This love ain't bought, it's grown right here, where the wild currents roam.

Some folks chase the high tide, to a fancy, distant shore,
But our true north's anchored, right outside this screen door.
Every laugh, every whisper, a story softly spun,
Under the taste of salt on the wind, beneath our Bahian sun.

Yeah, a dirt road dance, where our two hearts finally came to rest,
This love's the deepest ocean, puttin' all the rest to the test.