SONG OF THE SAND
Elisabeth Welch


Do you recall that beach we walked along that afternoon in fall
That afternoon we met?
A fellow with a concertina sang… what was the song?
It is strange what we recall and how what we forget

I heard la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da as we walked on the sand
^La-da-da-da – I believe it was early September
Through the crash of the waves 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 of 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
And I am young and in love^^

Da-da-da, da-da-da, as we walked on the sand
I heard 

(Rep from ^ to ^^)