All on a Saturday, bright as a bell   Early and just for the ride   We took a trip, cycling down to the sea   You, and your lady, and I.      And oh, what a summer   And oh, what a sun   Right to the blue sky it clung.   One day at Whitson   The sea had the shore   The summer before the War.      Warm summer places, where you could taste the country air   Chasing our shadows, we'd fly   Down through the narrow lanes, racing the slow trains   And the last of an age going by.      And we had a good time   And we had some fun   There was time then when we were all young.   One day at Whitson   The sea had the shore   The summer before the War.      Young hearts and young souls   Young minds to unfold   Knowing the untold, somehow.   One day at Whitson   The sea had the shore   The summer before the War.      We found a small cove, by the sand and the water   The salt air was brushing your skin.   With your hand in her hand, there was nothing to say,   Just watch the sea rushing in.      And oh, what a moment   And oh, what a day   We held it and it never slipped away.   One day at Whitson   The sea had the shore   The summer before the War.      One day at Whitson   The sea had the shore   The summer before the War.