Our Loving Mother in a Pink Diamond

Well I'd go, back to
The places we used to go to
With wind in my hair
And thoughts of childhood memories

To ride, by the sea
From Sidmouth down to Compton beach
With wind in my hair
And I try

And I go, back to
The places we used to go to
With wind in my hair
And thoughts of childhood memories
I'd go back to
A single story bungalow
To get, to know
People who've seen so much
And grown so old