I hear the splashing of the waves,
I feel the tingling of the spray,
I feel the way the sky behaves,
And I think I’m lucky to have this day.
c1966 Carol Kerr [Buckles]
I hear the splashing of the waves,
I feel the tingling of the spray,
I feel the way the sky behaves,
And I think I’m lucky to have this day.
c1966 Carol Kerr [Buckles]
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