Song on the Sand (La Cage Aux Folles) - Betty Buckley

Georges:

Do you recall that windy little beach

We walked along?

That afternoon in Fall

That afternoon we met?

A fellow with a concertina sang

What was the song?

It’s strange what we recall

And odd what we forget…

I heard

La da da da da da da

As we walked on the sand

I heard

La da da da da da da

I believe it was early September

Though the crash of the weaves

I could tell that the words were romantic;

Something about sharing

Something about always

Though the years race along

I still think of our song on the sand

And I still try and search for the words

I can barely remember

Though the time tumbles by

There is one thing that I am forever

Certain of

I hear

La da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

And I’m young and in love

I believe it was early September

Though the crash of the weaves

I could tell that the words were romantic;

Something about sharing

Something about always

Though the years race along

I still think of our song on the sand

And I still try and search for the words

I can barely remember

Though the time tumbles by

There is one thing that I am forever

Certain of

I hear

La da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

And I’m young and in love…