I know where best I'd like to be
when days are warm in January,
down on the beach beside the sea
with grey gulls calling, wild and free.
When days are warm in January
the seaside is the place for me,
with grey gulls calling, wild and free.
For my delight it holds the key.
The seaside is the place for me,
down on the beach beside the sea.
For my delight it holds the key.
I know where best I'd like to be.