All on a Saturday, bright as a bell
Early and just for the ride
We took a trip, cycling down to the sea
You, and your lady, and I

And oh, what a summer
And oh, what a sun
Right to the blue sky it clung
One day at Whitson
The sea had the shore
The summer before the War

Warm summer places, where you could taste the country air
Chasing our shadows, we'd fly
Down through the narrow lanes, racing the slow trains
And the last of an age going by

And we had a good time
And we had some fun
There was time then when we were all young
One day at Whitson
The sea had the shore
The summer before the War

Young hearts and young souls
Young minds to unfold
Knowing the untold, somehow
One day at Whitson
The sea had the shore
The summer before the War

We found a small cove, by the sand and the water
The salt air was brushing your skin
With your hand in her hand, there was nothing to say,
Just watch the sea rushing in

And oh, what a moment
And oh, what a day
We held it and it never slipped away
One day at Whitson
The sea had the shore
The summer before the War

One day at Whitson
The sea had the shore
The summer before the War