Slim Dusty
Текст песни The Happiest Days of All

I wandered today on the seashore,
The waves and the winds are low,
I thought of the days that are gone by, Maude,
Many long years ago.

We lingered by the gently flowing billows,
And watched the golden sunset fade away,
And there among the sweet ocean breezes,
We talked about our future wedding day.

Gathering up the shells from the seashore,
Gathering up the shells from the sea,
Those were the happiest days of all, Maude,
Gathering up the shells from the shore.



When the waves are rolling on the ocean,
And the golden moonbeams on the pebbles shine,

At your cottage by the sea I'll come again, Maude.
When the waves are rolling gently, sweetheart mine.

Now I am growing up in years, Maude,

My locks are all silver and grey,
But the vows that were made on the shore, Maude,
Are fresh in my memory today.

Gathering up the shells from the seashore,
Gathering up the shells from the sea,
Those were the happiest days of all, Maude,
Gathering up the shells from the shore.

No more bright shells we will gather,
As the waves come dashing as of yore,
She lies 'neath the white pebbled sands,
Yes, covered up with shells on the shore.

Gathering up the shells from the seashore,
Gathering up the shells from the sea,
Those were the happiest days of all, Maude,
Gathering up the shells from the shore.

[From his album: "Dusty Tracks"
Contributed: Marten Busstra 2009]