Seaside Paroles

There at the seaside, fifth of December,
We chased the tide as our treasures were gathered.
I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle again.


Heard from the TV of the latest bombing,
The girls were dancing she was coming of age.
Shells fired out, flowers mowed down.
Innocence targeted- what god is this?
Wish that she had one more day.


There at the seaside, fifth of December,
We chased the tide as our treasures were gathered.
I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle again.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle. Jangle and circle again.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle and end.


She was coming of age...