Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I’ve come to know that memories Were the bes
Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I’ve come to know that memories Were the best things you ever had The summer shone beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ocean stood Down dust and pine cone tracks We slept like dogs down by the fire side Awoke to the fog all around us The boom of summer time We stood steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning. -- source link
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