I’ll lay on the sea shore,
And the warm sun will be there.
The swash will come slowly,
And gently water my feet with care.
The backwash will then follow from there.
I’m at their mercy,
But there’s no where I would rather be
Than here.
I’ll lay on the sea shore,
And the warm sun will be there.
The swash will come slowly,
And gently water my feet with care.
The backwash will then follow from there.
I’m at their mercy,
But there’s no where I would rather be
Than here.
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