Lyrics: Roger Coghill
There’s a little beach in Benodet
On the outskirts of the town
Where I used to watch my children play
And see the sun go down.
The years have passed, and much too fast,
My children all have flown.
I’ve roamed the world, but again at last
I stand on the beach alone.
Without pretense life made such sense
So full of loving care
We slept so close in canvas tents
So close to earth and air.
The years roll by; I wonder why
Our love has lost its charms
On different paths away we fly,
Embraced by different arms.
At the end of day, as the sea turns grey
Faint on the tide I hear
A thousand children come to play
Each summer year by year.
And future eyes watch the sunset skies
As my children’s children play
Filling the air with joyful cries
On the beach at Benodet.