He was just 23, cut like a rake Narrow and strong, eyes deep as a lake He was captain and crew to his craft made of chrome For the enemies' guns left him all alone The bombs had all dropped, they levelled the land So he found an island and put it down on the sand He walked up the beach between torch and palm trees Found a small bamboo hut and a warm nightly breeze
She was barely 19, all freckles and smiles She carried a tray full of coconut vials Her mom and her dad were doctor and nurse They'd been killed in the war She had naught in her purse She walked on the beach, she slept in the shack And when he walked in, she got her smile back She saw in his eyes the rest of her life She would follow his journeys; best friend or his wife
He was just 21, cut like a rake Narrow and strong, eyes deep as a lake He was captain and crew to his craft made of chrome For the enemies' guns left him all alone The bombs had all dropped, they levelled the land So he found an island and put it down on the sand He walked up the beach between torch and palm trees Found a small bamboo pub and a warm nightly breezeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
