( Remember, remember . . . )
I heard "la, la la la, la la la,"
as we walked on the sand,
I heard "la, la la la, la la la,"
it was early September,
Through the crash of the waves,
I could tell that the words were romantic,
Somethin' about sharing,
somethin' about always . . .
Though the years race along,
I still think of our song on the sand,
And I still try to 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, la la la, la di da, la da da, la da dum,"
And I'm young and in love . . .
( la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la. . . )
Though the time tumbles by,
there is one thing that I am forever certain of,
I hear "la, la la la, la da da, la da da, la da dum,"
And I'm young and in love . . .
( la, la la la, la la la, la la la . . . I'm in love! )
