Jazz Chants - Sand | Текст песни

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If I were home,

If I were home,

I'd run to the beach, take off my shoes and walk in_the sand.

I'd shake the sand out of my shoes.

I'd feel it between my toes.

I'd smell wet sand in my hair.

I'd feel it in my eyes.

My face would sparkle from the sand.

I would say, "I hate this sand."



Back home, the bed would be full of sand

and my clothes, and my hair.

I would wake up and feel the sand in my hair.

Oh, it's been so" long since I have felt sand in my hair.

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