the wind sweeps in off the sea to warmly caress you and me
as we lay there beneath the oak trees on our bed of leaves
it cools our sweat soaked bodies and rustles through our
hair at the same time it lets us know that we are not alone
there it snaps us out of our reverie back to reality with much
forboding we gather up our clothing dress and hurry to catch
our friends as they prepare to leave we walk hand in hand
from our special little hideaway nestled away beneath the
oak trees as we walk away we both suddenly stop turn
and take one last look at our little hideaway each remembering
the pleasures and joy we found there this day