Lyrics AT THE SEA - Pugwash

AT THE SEA

Pining for the seaside as the summer’s nearly done
I could spend forever soaking up that lazy sun
People of every shape and size, deckchairs and tea
Sand entered every nook of skin, permanently at the sea
Run into the stone cold water happiness abound
Children bury Granpa, Mother’s slowly turning brown
Clothes are discarded everywhere, wrappers and sweets
Sandwiches reek of egg and cheese, permanently at the sea
Driving home in Father’s Anglia scoffing fish and chips
Dreaming of the next day’s weather, praying summer bliss
And if the rain is pouring down we’ll still be there
Posing with hankies on our head, sipping our tea at the sea
At the sea, at the sea, at the sea, at the sea…