Kansas City - Peggy Lee, Quincy Jones And His Orchestra

We loved the shining sea

He gathered seashells there for me

His hands, his strong brown hands

We’d sit there on the sand

He’d kiss the hollow of my hand

His kiss, I miss his kiss

I hear the gray gulls cry

I see them dip their wings

I feel the pounding surf

And other things

I can’t believe he’s gone

I think I’ll go where he might be

I’ll go, I need him so

I need a shining sea