I love it at the seaside out of season
When the bathers are not there
The beaches are no longer sun kissed
The sands are empty and bare
I love it at the seaside
On a bright sunny winters day
When you can stroll along
With out people getting in the way
You pick your way along the shore
Picking up driftwood and shells
Skim stones across the water
Without soliciting angry yells
I love it at the seaside
The deck chairs are all stored away
On the sea front all is quiet
And the car park is free all day
I love it at the seaside
The shops are shut and battened down
All the amusement arcades are shut
But not the Rose and Crown
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