Dave Three

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, looked after own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving on Sundays, each part of the gloam, suddenly drained, somehow alone, you grab my feet, guide me to the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, forget the Vanzetti, catch horizons like these, you wonder why i pray, buy me chips and peas, listen to what I say.