Lyrics Kansas City - Peggy Lee, Quincy Jones And His Orchestra

Kansas City

We loved the shining sea
He gathered seashells there for me
His hands, his strong brown hands
We’d sit there on the sand
He’d kiss the hollow of my hand
His kiss, I miss his kiss
I hear the gray gulls cry
I see them dip their wings
I feel the pounding surf
And other things
I can’t believe he’s gone
I think I’ll go where he might be
I’ll go, I need him so
I need a shining sea