The Isle of Paradise
I'm laying down
In the shade of a palm tree
While she is gathering
Shells along the shore
You can find starfishes here
And many other things
You might even find yourself
A nice seamaid-like girlfriend!
I can see the blue of the seven seas
I can feel the cool of the southern breeze
I can hear big waves far from the shore
I can feel the sand just like a warmed floor
The birds are singing: welcome to paradise
I can feel that wind caressing my skin
Whispering: let it all come from within
I can touch the stars twinkle in the sky
While I'm still wondering, where am I?
Here 'neath the stars I know this is paradise
The palm trees sway
From side to side
As whispered winds sigh
A dreamlike lullaby
The air is clean
With the scent of the ocean
And coconut in her Nivea suntan lotion
I can see some sails coming from nowhere
I can smell the sea just right in her hair
I can hear the waves that hit the reefs
I can taste the salt right on her lips
And if you want some calm, come to this paradise (c'mon mate!)
Where the birds will sing for you: welcome to paradise (sure thing!)
And that's why it's called: the isle of paradise!
In the shade of a palm tree
While she is gathering
Shells along the shore
You can find starfishes here
And many other things
You might even find yourself
A nice seamaid-like girlfriend!
I can see the blue of the seven seas
I can feel the cool of the southern breeze
I can hear big waves far from the shore
I can feel the sand just like a warmed floor
The birds are singing: welcome to paradise
I can feel that wind caressing my skin
Whispering: let it all come from within
I can touch the stars twinkle in the sky
While I'm still wondering, where am I?
Here 'neath the stars I know this is paradise
The palm trees sway
From side to side
As whispered winds sigh
A dreamlike lullaby
The air is clean
With the scent of the ocean
And coconut in her Nivea suntan lotion
I can see some sails coming from nowhere
I can smell the sea just right in her hair
I can hear the waves that hit the reefs
I can taste the salt right on her lips
And if you want some calm, come to this paradise (c'mon mate!)
Where the birds will sing for you: welcome to paradise (sure thing!)
And that's why it's called: the isle of paradise!
Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Alaimo
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