The Beach

As it dives into the navy waters
It’s fingers stretch across the lake
And as it meets the toes of a daughter
She’ll wobble the first steps she’ll ever take

On the beach

As it dives into the navy waters
It’s fingers stretch across the lake
And as it meets the hands of a daughter
She’ll throw the first muck-ball she’ll ever make

On the beach

As it dives into the navy waters
It’s fingers stretch across the lake
And as it meets the face of a daughter
She’ll build the first sculpture she’ll ever make

On the beach

As it dives into the navy waters
It’s fingers stretch across the lake
And as it touches the mind of a daughter
It reminds her of her most treasured keepsake

Of the beach

‘Cause no matter how many pictures you take.
And no matter how many stories you tell
And no matter how many tears keep you awake
When you hear you may never see it again
Will remind you of how you feel

When you stand on that beach

For a daughter wants to become a mother
And bore a daughter
So she can share the feeling with another
By the water

Of the beach