Davy Three

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, our loving out of reach, each part of the gloam, is suddenly drained, somewhere I’m alone, you grab my feet, show me the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, forget the party, catch moments like these, it’s why I pray, buy me chips and mushy peas, listen to what I say.