Sitting at my desk and my mind starts to wander
of a far away shore and life over yonder
I remember back to the summer gone by
and think of the journey high in the sky
But I need not worry as July does beckon
Eighteen weeks to go is what I reckon
The summer is coming and I cannot wait
to see old friends I left at the airport gate
To paddle through the warm lovely sea
holding my husbands hand, just him and me
Go with the family for a meal and a drink
When a cheeky wee waiter gives you a wink
Then on to another bar for a drink we all go
With a nice full belly, you just want to walk slow
Along the beach, the sea shimmering in the moonlight
and you think to yourself - this feels so right
Before you know it, your two weeks are almost over
and you know you’ll wait another year to be a midnight roamer
No more will you hear that beautiful shimmering sea
for a whole twelve months - it fills you will glee
Your farewells said and your journey home begins
Your heart is heavy just please don’t hit the gins!
For you’re just a click of a mouse away from people who understand
They are all one of a kind - it’s the
ICR brand!