On Brighton Beach, the tourists say,
the ice cream vendors come this way,
and come and go,
and come and go,
on Brighton Beach,
the tourists know.
On Brighton Beach, the bathers say,
the shifting waves are quick and gay,
and come and go,
and come and go,
on Brighton Beach,
the bathers know.
On Brighton Beach, I've never heard
the sleeping sand to say a word.
But come and go,
and come and go,
the dreaming sand
will never know.
