Georges: Do you recall that windy little beach we walked along? That afternoon in Fall, That afternoon we met? A fellow with a concertina sang, What was the song? It's strange what we recall, And odd what we forget... I heard La da da da da da da As we walked on the sand. I heard La da da da da da da I believe it was early September. Though the crash of the weaves, I could tell that the words were romantic; Something about sharing, Something about always. Though the years race along, I still think of our song on the sand. And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember. Though the time tumbles by, There is one thing that I am forever Certain of. I hear La da da da da da da Da da da da da da And I'm young and in love. I believe it was early September. Though the crash of the weaves, I could tell that the words were romantic; Something about sharing, Something about always. Though the years race along, I still think of our song on the sand. And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember. Though the time tumbles by, There is one thing that I am forever Certain of. I hear La da da da da da da Da da da da da da And I'm young and in love...