Picking Up Pebbles

G G C Look at the kids on the sandy shore D G Watching the tide come in C I used to do the same sweet things D G What pleasures it did bring G D Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea G Watching the white surf carry them all back to me D But now it's all over I've grown up it don't seem the same G The things in my childhood I know are all just a game G D To sit in my bed and watch the stars C D G High up in the sky G D To say my prayers and off to sleep C D G And then to wave them goodbye G D Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turned back in years G Just to relive the good times and all of the cheer D Oh but it brings joy to see them in looking so gay G How I wish I could go back to my childhood days G C Look at the kids on the sandy shore D G Watching the tide come in C I used to do the same sweet things D G What pleasures it did bring G D Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea D G Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea G D Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea (fade)