Betty Buckley - Song On The Sand (La Cage Aux Folles) Lyrics
Georges:Do you recall that windy little beachwe 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 heardLa da da da da da daAs we walked on the sand.I heardLa da da da da da daI 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 wordsI can barely remember.Though the time tumbles by,There is one thing that I am foreverCertain of.I hearLa da da da da da daDa da da da da daAnd 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 wordsI can barely remember.Though the time tumbles by,There is one thing that I am foreverCertain of.I hearLa da da da da da daDa da da da da daAnd I'm young and in love...