You look around,
To see the sand as white as the clouds,
The sand feels as soft as a bunny's fur,
You see, the sand holds treasure’s,
There are all kinds of seashells,
You never know what you might find,
Hidden in the secrets of the beach,

You walk into the warm water,
Your legs get softly hit by the waves,
As you walk further out,
You hear click-clack click-clack,
You look down to see a crab as tiny as a frog,
He goes click-clack click-clack,
As he scurries along,

When we had to say goodbye,
We looked back one more time,
To see the sunset glimmer in the sky,
As we leave the beach,
The wind whispers come back again.You look around,

To see the sand as white as the clouds,
The sand feels as soft as a bunny's fur,
You see, the sand holds treasure’s,
There are all kinds of seashells,
You never know what you might find,
Hidden in the secrets of the beach,

You walk into the warm water,
Your legs get softly hit by the waves,
As you walk further out,
You hear click-clack click-clack,
You look down to see a crab as tiny as a frog,
He goes click-clack click-clack,
As he scurries along,

When we had to say goodbye,
We looked back one more time,
To see the sunset glimmer in the sky,
As we leave the beach,
The wind whispers come back again.