Текст:
(Clarke / Hicks / Nash)
When sand's close at hand
And the sea is touching me,
I feel much happier
Than I've ever felt and a long time goes by
And I'm floating in the sky
And I wish you could be,
Wish you could be here
And if you're free, follow me
Throw a pebble in my sea
The sun will wrap you up
In a pool of gold, and lights in the night
In the night reaching neon waves of sight
But
I wish you could be,
Wish you could be,
Wish you could be here
The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting
On the corner Take a trip out here
Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss
Will greet you if you stay there
I'm without a care
Fresh fruit and sea fish,
Are in abundance here
But they don't allow
The natives at your door
Selling booze
Smuggled from another shore
And
Chorus
Verse 3
Verse 4
Chorus
Postcard, postcard, postcard
When sand's close at hand
And the sea is touching me,
I feel much happier
Than I've ever felt and a long time goes by
And I'm floating in the sky
And I wish you could be,
Wish you could be here
And if you're free, follow me
Throw a pebble in my sea
The sun will wrap you up
In a pool of gold, and lights in the night
In the night reaching neon waves of sight
But
I wish you could be,
Wish you could be,
Wish you could be here
The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting
On the corner Take a trip out here
Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss
Will greet you if you stay there
I'm without a care
Fresh fruit and sea fish,
Are in abundance here
But they don't allow
The natives at your door
Selling booze
Smuggled from another shore
And
Chorus
Verse 3
Verse 4
Chorus
Postcard, postcard, postcard
