Look at the kids on the sandy shore Watching the tide come in I used to do the same sweet things What pleasures did it bring Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea Whatching the white surf carry them all back to me But now it' all over, I' ve grown up, it don' t seem the same The things in my childhood I know were all just a game To sit in my bed and watch the stars High up in the sky To say my prayers I' m off to sleep And then to wave them goodbye Wouldn' t it be nice if clocks could be turned back in years? Just to relieve the good times and all of the tears Oh God, it brings joy to see them looking so gay How I wish I could go back to my childhood Days Look at the kids on the sandy shore Watching the tide come in I used to do the same things What pleasures it did bring Pickings up pebbles and throwing them into the sea Pickings up pebbles and throwing them into the sea Pickings up pebbles and throwing them into the sea Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea