Postcard
Allan Clarke / Graham Nash / Tony Hicks
When sand's close at hand
And the sea is touching me,
I feel much happier
Than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by
And I'm floating in the sky.
And I wish you could be,
Wish you could be here.
And if you're free, follow me
Throw a pebble in my sea.
The sun will wrap you up
In a pool of gold, and lights in the night
In the night reaching neon waves of sight.
But
I wish you could be,
Wish you could be,
Wish you could be here.
The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting
On the corner. Take a trip out here.
Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss
Will greet you if you stay there.
I'm without a care.
Fresh fruit and sea fish,
Are in abundance here.
But they don't allow
The natives at your door
Selling booze
Smuggled from another shore.
And
Postcard, postcard, postcard.