Met one summer evening
As the sun was going down
She was lyin' on the beach
In her graduation gown

She was wrapped up in a blanket
I could tell, she knew her way around
And as I lay down beside her
Know, she never made a sound

On down the beach
Came the beach cleaning man
Scoopin' up the papers
Flattening down the sand

Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda
Got to run away
That big white truck is closin' in
And we'll get wounded if we stay

Now Lucinda lies buried
'Neath the California sand
Put under
By the beach cleaning man

Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda
Why'd you have to go?
They sent her to high school
They sent her to low school
She just wouldn't go further

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): HAL NEWMAN, PHIL S. THOMAS