Another day to live through a day for me to waste,
time for me to dream and think of a better place.
I'll go to were I'm wanted, drift back to were I can,
to live a life to die for and be a better man.
In my mind I go to Week St Mary just to feel the sunshine
and to watch the moonrise to see the stars like diamonds
scattered in the sky, I go to Week St Mary in my mind.
I walk along the beach again with a lover by my side,
lie down among the sand dunes to watch a mackerel sky.
And leaving trails of foot prints along the waters edge,
like dreams they're quietly washed away with the wreckage
of the day.
From where I am now standing I can see the distanced past,
family, friends, and loved ones are fewer now alas,
and now I know my best times have all but been and gone,
but still I have a memory of their love that lingers on.
So in my mind I go to Week St Mary, just to feel the sunshine
and to watch the moonrise and see the stars like diamonds
scattered thought out the sky, I go to Week St Mary in my mind.
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