When I was very young, I met a girl by the Intercoastal Waterway in Ft. Lauderdale, a Canadian named Cheyenne, and she inspired this little beach song.

Cheyenne by the Sea

Sultry summer sunshine, salt in the air
Bubbling bronzed beauty, laughter so rare
The first time I saw her
All I could see
Never thought I'd meet
Cheyenne by the sea

Guess I thought I'd seen it, been everywhere
Wrecked romance, rejections; I've had my share
Counting cold courtships
Expecting nothing more
Never thought I'd meet
Cheyenne by the shore

I don't want to hand her clichés
Let her know its for real
Only hope to spend a few days
Try to show her how I feel

Lonely, lost, unlucky; the lot of my days
'Til chance encountered the grace of her ways
As I get to know her
And feel her close to me
I'm thrilled to touch
Cheyenne by the sea

Written in 1979
© 2003 Butch Maxwell


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