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Picking up Pebbles - Gerrie Pretorius

Written by：Johnny Curtis

Look at the kids on the sandy shore

Watching the tide come in

I used to do the same sweet things

What pleasures it did bring

Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea

Watching the white surf carry them all back to me

But now it's all over

I've grown up it don't seem the same

The things in my childhood I know are all just a game

To sit in my bed and watch the stars

High up in the sky

To say my prayers and off to sleep

And then to wave them goodbye

Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turn back the years

Just to relive the good times and all of the tears

But now it's all over

I've grown up it don't seem the same

The things in my childhood I know are all just a game

Look at the kids on the sandy shore

Watching the tide come in

I used to do the same sweet things

What pleasures it did bring

Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea

Watching the white surf carry them all back to me

But now it's all over

I've grown up it don't seem the same

The things in my childhood I know are all just a game

Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turn back the years

Just to relive the good times and all of the tears

But now it's all over

I've grown up it don't seem the same

The things in my childhood I know are all just a game