Cabin By The Sea
​Verse
Albert dreamed of summer days, in a cabin by the sea
He and Moira saved their cash, to make their dreams a reality
Painted up in pastel shades, with bunting flying high
They filled it with their beach attire, for fun under the sky
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Chorus
Oh that cabin by the sea, it really was a joy
A den, a place for storing shells, for many a girl and boy
Oh that cabin by the sea, the paint begins to flake
The howling wind bites at the walls, until they start to shake
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Verse
The kids grew up too quickly, and their tastes started to change
The cabin looked more shabby as the coastal weather raged
Teenage offspring restless, wanting more exotic fun
Repairs became a burden, the cabin's glory days were done
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Chorus
Oh that cabin by the sea, it really was a joy
A den, a place for storing shells, for many a girl and boy
Oh that cabin by the sea, the paint begins to flake
The howling wind bites at the walls, until they start to shake
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Verse
When the grandchildren arrived, the couple thought it best
To get the cabin up to scratch, with paint and beach gear all refreshed
Happy days to be relived, new memories to be made
The cabin resurrected, no longer worn out and decayed
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Chorus
Oh that cabin by the sea, it really was a joy
A den, a place for storing shells, for many a girl and boy
Oh that cabin by the sea, the paint begins to flake
The howling wind bites at the walls, until they start to shake
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Bridge
Years pass by so quickly, those old dreams start to fade
The cabin by the sea, closed up like the arcade
Once filled with love and laughter now it's silent and it's cold
Its warmth a distant memory, its story left untold
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Verse
Bert and Moira passed away, their kids stuck in careers
With burdens weighing heavy, the cabin's future was unclear
Its upkeep became daunting, and as the grandkids grew
The cabin fell into neglect, without a thought they just withdrew
Locked up, unloved, it festered - falling into disrepair
On a seafront that's abandoned, cast aside without a care
Vandals came to raze it, and it burned to ash and dust
The cabin by the sea no more, a mere memory lost and crushed
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Chorus
Oh that cabin by the sea, it really was a joy
A den, a place for storing shells, for many a girl and boy
Oh that cabin by the sea, the paint begins to flake
The howling wind bites at the walls, until they start to shake
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