Summer Before the War

All on a Saturday, bright as a bell
 Early and just for the ride
 We took a trip, cycling down to the sea
 You, and your lady, and I.
 And oh, what a summer
 And oh, what a sun
 Right to the blue sky it clung.
 One day at Whitson
 The sea had the shore
 The summer before the War.
 Warm summer places, where you could taste the country air
 Chasing our shadows, we'd fly
 Down through the narrow lanes, racing the slow trains
 And the last of an age going by.
 And we had a good time
 And we had some fun
 There was time then when we were all young.
 One day at Whitson
 The sea had the shore
 The summer before the War.
 Young hearts and young souls
 Young minds to unfold
 Knowing the untold, somehow.
 One day at Whitson
 The sea had the shore
 The summer before the War.
 We found a small cove, by the sand and the water
 The salt air was brushing your skin.
 With your hand in her hand, there was nothing to say,
 Just watch the sea rushing in.
 And oh, what a moment
 And oh, what a day
 We held it and it never slipped away.
 One day at Whitson
 The sea had the shore
 The summer before the War.
 One day at Whitson
 The sea had the shore
 The summer before the War.