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 it did 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 I know are all just a game To sit in my bed and watch the stars High up in the sky To say my prayers and off to sleep And then to wave them goodbye Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turn back the years Just to relive the good times and all of the tears Oh God it brings joy to see them in 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