The Music Of The Islands by Tiffany Hulse
It’s the song that’s heard throughout the land,
A song that’s sung without a band.
You can hear them start to sing once the sun goes down.
Listen to the melody, it’s all around.
It’s the music of the islands,
You couldn’t stop it if you tried.
It’s not the kind you’re used to no,
Nature brings it in with the tide.
The days are short, the nights are long,
Rain drops fall on the palm fronds.
The boats go fishing, the tide comes in.
Grab your fishing pole and a bottle of gin.
The sun so bright, it warms the skin.
Lighthouse at night, the fog rolls in.
The calm blowing winds make the green grass sway,
Tropical fish swim around in the bay.
Calypso sounds flowing from a steel pan
Come walk with me across the warm pink sand.