Summer Before the War

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
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
And 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 was brushing your skin
With your hand in her hand there was nothing to say
Just watch the sea rushing in,
But oh, what a moment, and 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

One day at Whitsun, the sea and the shore
The summer before the war

Words & music by Huw Williams (PRS)
From the CD, The Wishing Well, by Connie Dover © Taylor Park Music