1, 2, 3, I'm leaving my house To another town quite different from ours There is no beach Not a single beach I didn't tough out That I would quite miss The sound of the sea Sand sinking our feets And the feeling unique How warm is my Sea Fallen leaves I'm leaving my house To another town quite different from ours There is no beach Not a single beach I didn't tough out That I would quite miss The sound of the sea Sand sinking our feets And the feeling unique How warm is my Sea Autumn breeze