I stroll along beside the sea,
beachcombing is a calming thing,
the soft white sand, the gentle breeze,
the bounty that the sea will bring.

Beachcombing is a calming thing,
the storms can strand a thousand shells,
the bounty that the sea will bring,
while waiting seabirds ride the swells.

The storms can strand a thousand shells,
and other oddments lying there,
(while waiting seabirds ride the swells),
have all washed in from who knows where.

And other oddments lying there,
evoking dreams of far off lands,
have all washed in from who knows where.
I tour the world upon these sands

Evoking dreams of far off lands,
those azure skies and crystal seas,
I tour the world upon these sands,
wrapped in the life my mind now sees.

Those azure skies and crystal seas,
the soft white sand, the gentle breeze,
wrapped in the life my mind now sees
I stroll along beside the sea.