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