I want to walk on the beach with you
When winter comes to the sea.
Won’t you come out to Malibu
And walk on the beach with me?
I want to wade in the surf with you.
We can stroll hand-in-hand,
On Valentine’s Day in Malibu
Tracing heart for heart in the sand.
I’ll build a driftwood fire with you.
We’ll huddle by it at dawn,
On a winter beach in Malibu
When the throngs of summer have gone.
I’ll watch the rising mists with you,
Just you and the fire and me,
And a blanket or two in Malibu
And the sleepy song of the sea.
I’ll greet the morning tide with you,
For the morning tide is hushed.
And the still, calm dawn in Malibu
Will not be rudely rushed.
I’ll press close, so close to you
Against the morning chill,
As the sun breaks through in Malibu
And glisters the first high hill.
I’ll climb primeval rocks with you.
Like battlements they stand!
Great hoary bastions of Malibu
Rising harsh from the gentle sand.
I’ll spend this special day with you
By the shore of a tinseled sea,
That will sparkle bright in Malibu
If you are here with me.
Bill Dowey