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...