| Song | Swimmin' In The Sea |
| Artist | Gaelic Storm |
| Album | Special Reserve |
| 作曲 : Cregan, Cregon, Twigger | |
| When I was five | |
| We'd get up at four | |
| And drive on down to the Cornwall shore | |
| Our holidays had come at last | |
| They came real slow and went by fast | |
| Well, just one week, that's all we had | |
| Then back to work went mom and dad | |
| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| The seagulls yell | |
| You're getting near | |
| We'd waited patiently all year | |
| And we hadn't slept a wink all night | |
| White faces in the morning light | |
| I see the sea my sister cried | |
| The seaside we'd soon be beside | |
| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| Down to the sand | |
| With our bucket and our spade | |
| Behind our yellow wind barricade | |
| We'd bury dad up to his chin | |
| On with our trunks we'd jump right in | |
| 'Round our waist a rubber ring | |
| And on each arm a water wing | |
| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| It's so cold | |
| And rainin' too | |
| We'd stay all day | |
| Till our lips turned blue | |
| Only a week | |
| It wasn't fair | |
| We're on holiday, holiday, holiday | |
| And we don't care! | |
| In every pool | |
| Stranded by the tide | |
| Clams and fishes under seaweed hide | |
| We'd catch them all in a fishin' net | |
| As close to heaven as a kid could get | |
| We'd dream of smugglers and pirate ships | |
| Lunch was ice cream and a bag of chips | |
| Happy to be swimmin' in the sea | |
| Now to a kid of five | |
| That rocky shore | |
| Was a magical place full of tales and lore | |
| Now the seagulls call once more to me | |
| Hey come on back to the Cornish Sea | |
| Now by the water by the foam | |
| Just one more week and I'm going home | |
| Happy to be, happy to be, happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| I'm swimmin' in the sea, | |
| I'm swimmin' in the sea, | |
| I'm swimmin' in the sea |
| zuò qǔ : Cregan, Cregon, Twigger | |
| When I was five | |
| We' d get up at four | |
| And drive on down to the Cornwall shore | |
| Our holidays had come at last | |
| They came real slow and went by fast | |
| Well, just one week, that' s all we had | |
| Then back to work went mom and dad | |
| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| The seagulls yell | |
| You' re getting near | |
| We' d waited patiently all year | |
| And we hadn' t slept a wink all night | |
| White faces in the morning light | |
| I see the sea my sister cried | |
| The seaside we' d soon be beside | |
| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| Down to the sand | |
| With our bucket and our spade | |
| Behind our yellow wind barricade | |
| We' d bury dad up to his chin | |
| On with our trunks we' d jump right in | |
| ' Round our waist a rubber ring | |
| And on each arm a water wing | |
| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| It' s so cold | |
| And rainin' too | |
| We' d stay all day | |
| Till our lips turned blue | |
| Only a week | |
| It wasn' t fair | |
| We' re on holiday, holiday, holiday | |
| And we don' t care! | |
| In every pool | |
| Stranded by the tide | |
| Clams and fishes under seaweed hide | |
| We' d catch them all in a fishin' net | |
| As close to heaven as a kid could get | |
| We' d dream of smugglers and pirate ships | |
| Lunch was ice cream and a bag of chips | |
| Happy to be swimmin' in the sea | |
| Now to a kid of five | |
| That rocky shore | |
| Was a magical place full of tales and lore | |
| Now the seagulls call once more to me | |
| Hey come on back to the Cornish Sea | |
| Now by the water by the foam | |
| Just one more week and I' m going home | |
| Happy to be, happy to be, happy to be, swimmin' in the sea | |
| I' m swimmin' in the sea, | |
| I' m swimmin' in the sea, | |
| I' m swimmin' in the sea |