The tramping of feet in our village
Because it is summer once more
Couples in shorts clutching beach towels
In love with the sea and the shore

The sun beaming down on the boats
As they lazily ride on the waves
An artist sketching the cliff tops
Oh, these are the happiest of days

Little shops with pretty striped awnings
Sell gifts made from coral and shells
Sweet rock in all shapes and colours
And the cafes with their wondrous smells

This is the time for the tourist
The time to let down their hair
Streets tingle from their footsteps
There is happiness and love everywhere