I wanta go back where the warm winds blow
The sun puts on a show at suppertime
Where that fat ole moon will be shining on me soon
The stars are spanish silver in the night
Soft summer rain hits like a hurricane
When I look into your coalcoal brown eyes
I wanta take your hand along the sand
And make love with you again beneath that sky
Back to the island I'll be smilin'
Come high tide I'll be free
Back to the island I'll be laying
By my dig by the sea