Picking Up Pebbles

Look at the kids on the sandy shore
Watching the tide come in
I used to do the same sweet things
What pleasures it did bring
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Watching the white surf carry them all back to me
But now it′s all over I've grown up it don′t seem the same
The things in my childhood I know are all just a game
To sit in my bed and watch the stars
High up in the sky
To say my prayers and off to sleep
And then to wave them goodbye
Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turn back the years
Just to relive the good times and all of the tears
Oh God it brings joy to see them in looking so gay
How I wish I could go back to my childhood days
Look at the kids on the sandy shore
Watching the tide come in
I used to do the same sweet things
What pleasures it did bring
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea