Over the hill cautiously, over the hill on a bicycle,
you and me, with smiles on our faces and happy,
happily speeding down the other side,
as fast as we can down a country lane,
laughing as you hold onto me as we head towards the sea,
and oh, what contentment,
what contentment there is in our freedom,
to go where we will and so cheaply, as cheaply as can be,
for there is nothing finer,
than being on a bicycle for two, in the freshest of air,
and without any cares and headed for the sea.
