Tathra Beachside – Bel Scott & Leah Bonney

Tathra beach is a beautiful place
But sometimes storms come and erase
The beach is fading into the past
As raging storms come ’round so fast
By this I mean every year
A storm comes past, I shed my tear
As beautiful places come and go
We’ll take our time and have no foe
As raging storms will come ’round fast
Lets take our time and let it last