I met a girl last summer Washed up on some foreign shore She was young and delightful Like others that I’ve known before But the hair on my head’s a little whiter now And when it rains my knees get sore
We went for walks on the seaside Drank tea in a little café She laughed the first time that I kissed her And said that she thought I was gay Then she moved into my little bungalow And played my guitar everyday
Anabel I miss you more than words could ever tell Anabel Your smile was like the springtime The London skies Are cold and gray and hide the stars at night And when it rains I can’t get you out of my mind
I like writing postcards She likes to SMS She never goes to record stores She finds her music on the internet But those days that we spent down by the seaside They’re ones I’ll never forget