Picking Up Pebbles

Look at the kids on the sandy shore
Watching the tide come in
I used to do the same sweet things
What pleasures did it bring
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Watching the white surf carry them all back to me
But now it's all over I've grown up it don't seem the same
The things in my childhood were just all a game
To sit in my bed and watch the stars
High up in the sky
To say my prayers I'm off to sleep
And then to wave them goodbye
Wouldn't it be nice if life could be turned back in years?
Just to relieve the good times and all of the tears
Oh God it brings joy to see them looking so gay
How I wish I could go back to my childhood days
Look at the kids on the sandy shore
Watching the tide come in
I used to do the same sweet things
What pleasures it did bring
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Kerr
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