When I was a child life was grand
I’m still sitting in the sand with busy hands
Building up and tearing down
Standing up and sitting down
There’s no wall I can call mine
No clock to tell the time
Little waves come now and then
Until the big one at the end

Knowing this I carry on
Though what I build will be gone
Knowing this I carry on
Though every thing will be gone

Across the sand the sun will set
And make this busy mind rest
The sea will take some sand away
And set the stage for the dawning day

Knowing this I carry on
Though what I build will be gone
Knowing this I carry on
Though every thing will be gone