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)
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