Just to wake up in the morning, to the quiet of the cove And to hear Aunt Bessie talking to herself. And to hear poor Uncle John, mumbling wishes to old Nell It made me feel that everything was fine.
I was born down by the water, it's here I'm gonna stay I've searched for all the reasons why I should go away But I haven't got the thirst for all those modern day toys So I'll just take my chances with those saltwater joys.
Following the little brook as it trickles to the shore In the autumn when the trees are flaming red Kicking leaves that fall around me Watching sunsets paint the hills That's all I'll ever need to feel at home.
This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride By folks that fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride So I'll compliment her beauty, hold on to my goodbyes And I'll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.
How can I leave those mornings with the sunrise on the cove And the gulls like flies surrounding Clayton's wharf Platter's Island wrapped in rainbow in the evening after fog The ocean smells are perfume to my soul.
Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds Where warm and gentle people turn to swarmin', faceless crowds So I'll do without their riches, glamour and the noise And I'll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.
Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds Where warm and gentle people turn to swarmin', faceless crowds So I'll do without their riches, glamour and the noise And I'll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
