When I was young, We lived on Beaches

So life moves on from here

And we, the lucky ones

Do ebb with the tide

We sway into the setting sun

Beaches hold our memories

But never hold our hearts

For they belong to another place

One we are still going to

Pick up your feet child

The day is quite young

And your basket is yet empty

 Of things to be found here

The sand makes your feet itch

Long after the games are done

Let the moonlight light your way home

And when you return from here

The breeze of another summer’s end

It will be right before your eyes