From the recording The Summer Before the War
So very seldom do we stop while in a moment and say, "Yes. Hang on to this. This moment is a keeper." But we should. Written by the kind gentleman Huw Williams. I've never met him, but anyone who tells me I can skip paying him the royalties is a friend.
Lyrics
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. Oh, what a summer, oh, what a sun! Bright to the blue sky it clung. One day at Whitsun, the sea and 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. We had a good time, and we had some fun - There was time then when we were all young One day at Whitsun, the sea and the shore The summer before the war. Young hearts and young souls, young minds to unfold, Knowing the untold somehow. One day at Whitsun, the sea and the shore The summer before the war. We found a small cove by the sand and the water The salt air brushing our skin. You hand in her hand, her hand in mine, Watching the sea rushing in. Oh, what a moment, oh, what a day! We held it and it never slipped away. One day at Whitsun, the sea and the shore The summer before the war.