I love to walk by the seashore,
On the clean white sand so bare,
I love to walk by the rippling waves
For I find refuge there.
Hush little child,
Let the tears flow,
Yes...the pain is so real,
How I know. How I know.
An apple can look beautiful
With its cherry-red skin,
But that skin can only be beautiful
If there is a core within.
A little cottage by the sea
Oh! A wondrous place to be.
A simple structure with wooden walls
Beyond the tumbling ocean calls