Beach Child

Autumn is a time in the spirit of a man 
     When he walks down the beach
      And get chilled from the sand. 
On misty mornings can't but walk from my home 
     When I think of summer days 
     In the sun and the foam where the
Black’s Beach girls makes you thankful for life, 
     But more thankful for you mind 
     When you remember that night. 
You saw her floating by the moon through the haze
     As she was 
            Walking down the beach, 
            And you want her in your reach child,
            Beach Child, Beach Child….

The California coastline is a world all its own 
     From La Jolla up to Stinson
     From Big Sur to Mendocino but 
Golden sunsets and gulls against the sky 
     Can never match the feeling
     That Black’s Beach will give a guy. 
Those magic summers in the sand possess my mind 
     As I look out my window 
     And the clouds are blowing by. 
I close my eyes to see you once again 
     And now you're 
            Walking down the beach, 
            And  when I get you in my reach child 
            Beach Child, Beach Child....

Now the days are getting shorter and I can't say where I’ll roam 
     But I know what I am after 
     And I guess I’ll be a loner till that 
Flaming sky lights the waves along my path 
     And I hear above the roar 
     A mellow song out of the past. It makes me 
Stop and look back at my trail along the sea,
     I squint into the glare 
     And someone's calling after me. 
Can’t see her face but I know it won't be long 
      ‘Cuz she's 
            Walking down the beach, 
            And I've got her in my reach child 
            Beach Child, Beach Child …..... 




Author’s note: Inspired by Brian Wilson

This is the first song I ever wrote (about clothing optional beaches or otherwise in 1978)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Kalavik Avatar
September 12, 2021 at 3:08 PM
Nice work! I've been to Black's Beach, back in the day. My ship's home port was San Diego.
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