Imagine I could turn back time
And you were strong and in your prime
To Golden Sands beside-the-sea,
When I'd have been just two or three.
The five of us could all be there
The week that you were made 'The Mayor',
Complete again, and I could see
The secret smile you'd save for me.
To feel wet sand between my toes,
To laugh at games and talent shows.
Those double bikes! And pedal cars,
And walking back beneath the stars.
And hear the waves - they'd nearly reach
Our caravan, right by the beach -
The sleepy shifting shingle noise
A lullaby for girls and boys.
Was life as simple as it seems?
At least you understood our dreams.
And we were safe in your strong hands -
The finest Mayor of Golden Sands.