| | The forecast said “Rain today”, the wind blew it all away, There are only blue skies now I’ll walk to the town cafe, on the docks of the blue green bay hear the fisherman sing and shout The hills rise to meet the sky The shadows dance with the light The palm trees bow down to the sea The bicycles pass me by As I walk the seagulls fly A soft breeze gives sound to the leaves |
An Island world of its own
And a village built with stones
Carved from the hillside, drawn from the bay
Where winds of change have not blown
Could I call this my home?
Just for this hour, this season, this day…
A man I haven’t met
Looks up from mending nets
On his boat in the blue green bay
A smile in his eyes
A bucket by his side
Four cats ask him for a fish today
The forecast said “Rain today”,
the wind blew it all away,
There are only blue skies now
The children went out to play,
on the docks of the blue green bay
Hear them laugh, sing and shout
And a village built with stones
Carved from the hillside, drawn from the bay
Where winds of change have not blown
Could I call this my home?
Just for this hour, this season, this day…
A man I haven’t met
Looks up from mending nets
On his boat in the blue green bay
A smile in his eyes
A bucket by his side
Four cats ask him for a fish today
The forecast said “Rain today”,
the wind blew it all away,
There are only blue skies now
The children went out to play,
on the docks of the blue green bay
Hear them laugh, sing and shout
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