It’s first through a roar,
That I hear it’s allure.
Then through smell,
That I can tell.
By the first salty taste,
The warmth of the sun upon my face.
It’s in the touch of a toe,
That I know.
Upon a gentle summer’s breeze,
All my troubles begin to ease.
Once I sea,
Then I am shore.
It’s my love of the beach,
I do preach.
For when I am there,
I have no care.
When like a grain of sand am I,
My spirit does fly.
That I hear it’s allure.
Then through smell,
That I can tell.
By the first salty taste,
The warmth of the sun upon my face.
It’s in the touch of a toe,
That I know.
Upon a gentle summer’s breeze,
All my troubles begin to ease.
Once I sea,
Then I am shore.
It’s my love of the beach,
I do preach.
For when I am there,
I have no care.
When like a grain of sand am I,
My spirit does fly.