With
my feet buried in the warm sand,
after eating our fill of the sea’s harvest;
sit and watch the sunlight gently playing,
on the lapping bay-water with me.
Memories are made of this.
after eating our fill of the sea’s harvest;
sit and watch the sunlight gently playing,
on the lapping bay-water with me.
Memories are made of this.
With
good friends happily sleeping,
in swags around the camp fire;
steal away to the high ground
and lie with me counting stars.
Memories are made of this.
in swags around the camp fire;
steal away to the high ground
and lie with me counting stars.
Memories are made of this.
When
the sun moves around to the west,
after a perfect summer’s day by the river;
take my hand and lead me slowly,
through the trees to watch the sun set.
Memories are made of this.
after a perfect summer’s day by the river;
take my hand and lead me slowly,
through the trees to watch the sun set.
Memories are made of this.
With
our backs against a shady tree,
as the grand children squeal and dash,
through the sprinklers on the lawn,
Sit a while and lean in close,
Reminisce awhile with me.
as the grand children squeal and dash,
through the sprinklers on the lawn,
Sit a while and lean in close,
Reminisce awhile with me.
Lady Satellite
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