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.