The beach, the beach
the sand, the sand
All that I love
In the palm of my hands.

It's all here, near and far
The rain and st orms, it's all bizarre
I love the wind, gently stroking my hair
The bushes and trees, and the fruits that they bear

I alwats see people, left and right
But it's not over populated, it's quite a sight
Beachballs, and frisbess, flying through the air.
Or two lovers, and the love that they share.

The beach is truely a beautiful place
You can go and leave, without leaving a trace
It's a place you want to go before you die
And if you are weak-hearted, it'll surely make you cry.