Waiting at your front door
Two balloons and magic in the air
Burley and the heather
Was it really there?

In St. Ives a little problem
Couldn’t find the car
We parked near the graveyard
Did it move in the direction of the bar?

Standing on the white cliffs
Shorts, the Union Jack
Don’t care what will happen
I’ll be coming back

Gave our ticket to a stranger
Wasn’t a custom, as we learned
But the next evening
That gesture was returned

Visiting this theatre
Overlooking the sea
Taking pictures of each other
You were laughing at me

It was greetings from the gearbox
And blisters on your feet
Driving through the S of E
It’s just what you need.

Still at the white cliffs
A dangerous place to be
A young boy’s climbing high
Could have been a son of me

Heading for a roundabout
You go left and I go right
Although we have to separate
Before you’ll know it I’ll be in sight.

What goes around comes around
But will I ever forget?
At least I still think about
The last time that we met
It all seems like a dream to me
A good one, that’s true
But thinking back on that holiday
Could there have been one as beautiful as you

Because we never argued
Didn’t have to fight
Money wasn’t an issue
I didn’t have to spent the night

When the holiday ended
The cold days had begun
Summer fighting autumn
Till winter came along.