As I went down to the pretty ocean
There was a very beautiful bright sun
It stood over the waves that were in motion
When I danced and played I had so much fun
While the sun went down we started to cook
We took the food down to the festive beach
I relaxed and sat to start my new book
In the camp I see there was no breach
Although the ground can be cold and rough
I saw a shooting star which gave me luck
I wish for a man who was kind and tough
Together we would ride in an old truck
Forever we would be in great love
Our hearts would fly high like a pretty dove