The Call of My Island Home
The ocean is blue and welcoming too,
The first anxious sight, sets my heart to delight.
I see the white waves crash against the warm shore,
Yes, these are the moments I truly longed for.
The water I crave, it’s like it runs in my veins;
and gently calms this poor aching soul.
Those luscious green fields, the tall untouched trees,
The farmer riding his tractor, all tell me it’s true,
You’re finally home, and nothing else matters.
The wave of a neighbour, the hug of a friend,
The guy at the grocery, who knows me by name.
The fishermen are hauling in their traps for the day,
Looks like fish is on the menu, hooray, hooray!
‘Tis said to be a wee bit of heaven,
These glistening shores of my Island home,
But one thing’s for sure, that where’re I go;
The Island and all of its glory,
Will sing its sweet song,
Calling me home, to tell of its beckoning story.
The ocean is blue and welcoming too,
The first anxious sight, sets my heart to delight.
I see the white waves crash against the warm shore,
Yes, these are the moments I truly longed for.
