I’m the poet of the islands
I walk these sands alone
At night I sleep under the stars
On the beach I call my home
I remember why I came here
Why I brought my guitar and pen along
So I could wander this timeless shore
And paint these islands in song
I awaken to a solitary rooster
Gently rustle of palm trees
The chuchubi singing a love song
In a warm salty breeze
I’m the poet of the islands
There’s little I desire
A fresh coconut and my blessed guitar
Beside a driftwood fire
I awaken to a church bell in the distance
Funny lizards stealin’ food
Sunshine caressing my tender skin
Summer dress, feelin’ good
I’m the poet of the trade winds
The balladeer of the waves
A light to those seekin’ port
Sailors who’ve lost their way
I’m the poet of the islands
Sing along with my song
Tonight we dream under the stars
To find our way back home
