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On the Strand

I wish that I was back there again
Walking barefoot on the strand
My two hands in my pockets
And you by my side, Anne my love

We were young and full of joy
Playing with contentment and laughter
On the moor, on the loch
And amongst the corn in the barn

When it came to the late afternoon
Bringing the cattle in from the hill
Lingering on our way back home
Singing songs

We were tired when night fell
Drinking cold milk beside the warm fire
With no desire for sleep
And rising early the next morning