(Clarke / Hicks / Nash) When sand's close at hand and the sea is touching me, I feel much happier than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by and I'm floating in the sky. And I wish you could be, wish you could be here.
And if you're free, follow me throw a pebble in my sea. The sun will wrap you up in a pool of gold, and lights in the night in the night reaching neon waves of sight.
But I wish you could be, wish you could be, wish you could be here.
The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting on the corner. Take a trip out here. Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss will greet you if you stay there. I'm without a care.
Fresh fruit and sea fish, are in abundance here. But they don't allow the natives at your door selling booze smuggled from another shore.
