On a morning in May 
 On a beach outside Monterey 
 She walked alone in the sand 
 With her shoes in her hand 
 And let her mind go astray 
 He was a Santa [bad word] boy 
 He held his head up 
 With pride and joy 
 And he was riding the surf 
 To where the sea meets the turf 
 And every wave was his toy 
 And then he saw her and smiled 
 He never knew such a lovely child 
 With a curly brown hair 
 Flying loose in the air 
 Looking gentle and mild 
 But she pretends to be shy 
 And makes a motion to passing by 
 He's handsome and strong 
 She doesn’t walk very long 
 Turns around and says "hi!" 
 And his name is Ramone 
 And her name is Angelica 
 Whatever makes them both reach 
 The same spot on the beach 
 Always will be unknown 
 There are stories that tell 
 That the tide has a magic swell 
 And that the hundred year pine 
 Has a secret divine 
 That is sung by a shell 
 And they smile and they know 
 ‘Cause their young bodies 
 Tell them so 
 That they’re alone in the world 
 And sing an unheard 
 For the feelings to show 
 So in the warm morning sun 
 While the sandpiper makes [bad word] 
 Making beautiful love 
 And the blue sky above 
 Blessed the day that begun 
 Two hearts that fly like a dove 
 And seagulls are circuling above 
 Names that are carved in a stone: 
 Angelica and Ramone 
 And they smile and they know 
 ‘Cause their young bodies 
 Tell them so 
 That they’re alone in the world 
 And sing an unheard 
 For the feelings to show 
 So in the warm morning sun 
 While the sandpiper makes [bad word] 
 Making beautiful love 
 And the blue sky above 
 Blessed the day that begun 
 And aking beautiful love 
 And the blue sky above 
 Blessed the day that begun 
 Making beautiful love 
 And the blue sky above 
 Blessed the day that begun