Betty Buckley - Song On The Sand (La Cage Aux Folles) lyrics

Georges: Do you recall that windy little beach We walked along? That afternoon in Fall That afternoon we met? A fellow with a concertina sang What was the song? It's strange what we recall And odd what we forget... I heard La da da da da da da As we walked on the sand I heard La da da da da da da I believe it was early September Though the crash of the weaves I could tell that the words were romantic; Something about sharing Something about always Though the years race along I still think of our song on the sand And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember Though the time tumbles by There is one thing that I am forever Certain of I hear La da da da da da da Da da da da da da And I'm young and in love I believe it was early September Though the crash of the weaves I could tell that the words were romantic; Something about sharing Something about always Though the years race along I still think of our song on the sand And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember Though the time tumbles by There is one thing that I am forever Certain of I hear La da da da da da da Da da da da da da And I'm young and in love...