Georges:
Do you recall that windy little beach
we walked along?
That afternoon in Fall,
That afternoon we met?
A fellow with a concertina sang,
What was the song?
It's strange what we recall,
And odd what we forget...
I heard
La da da da da da da
As we walked on the sand.
I heard
La da da da da da da
I believe it was early September.
Though the crash of the weaves,
I could tell that the words were romantic;
Something about sharing,
Something about always.
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand.
And I still try and search for the words
I can barely remember.
Though the time tumbles by,
There is one thing that I am forever
Certain of.
I hear
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
And I'm young and in love.
I believe it was early September.
Though the crash of the weaves,
I could tell that the words were romantic;
Something about sharing,
Something about always.
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand.
And I still try and search for the words
I can barely remember.
Though the time tumbles by,
There is one thing that I am forever
Certain of.
I hear
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
And I'm young and in love...
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Betty Buckley - Song On The Sand Lyrics
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Georges:
Do you recall that windy little beach
we walked along?
That afternoon in Fall,
That afternoon we met?
A fellow with a concertina sang,
What was the song?
It's strange what we recall,
And odd what we forget...
I heard
La da da da da da da
As we walked on the sand.
I heard
La da da da da da da
I believe it was early September.
Though the crash of the weaves,
I could tell that the words were romantic;
Something about sharing,
Something about always.
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand.
And I still try and search for the words
I can barely remember.
Though the time tumbles by,
There is one thing that I am forever
Certain of.
I hear
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
And I'm young and in love.
I believe it was early September.
Though the crash of the weaves,
I could tell that the words were romantic;
Something about sharing,
Something about always.
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand.
And I still try and search for the words
I can barely remember.
Though the time tumbles by,
There is one thing that I am forever
Certain of.
I hear
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
And I'm young and in love...
Do you recall that windy little beach
we walked along?
That afternoon in Fall,
That afternoon we met?
A fellow with a concertina sang,
What was the song?
It's strange what we recall,
And odd what we forget...
I heard
La da da da da da da
As we walked on the sand.
I heard
La da da da da da da
I believe it was early September.
Though the crash of the weaves,
I could tell that the words were romantic;
Something about sharing,
Something about always.
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand.
And I still try and search for the words
I can barely remember.
Though the time tumbles by,
There is one thing that I am forever
Certain of.
I hear
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
And I'm young and in love.
I believe it was early September.
Though the crash of the weaves,
I could tell that the words were romantic;
Something about sharing,
Something about always.
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand.
And I still try and search for the words
I can barely remember.
Though the time tumbles by,
There is one thing that I am forever
Certain of.
I hear
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
And I'm young and in love...