Island goodbye, island goodbye. We been too long together, my island and I. 'Cross the blue sea, 'cross the blue sea. We been too long together, my island and me.
Rows of lights in a circle of steel. Where you place your bets on a great big wheel. High windows flickerin' down through the snow. A time you know. .
I'm sailing down the summer wind. I got whiskers on my chin. And I like the mood I'm in. As I while away the time of day. In the lee of Christian Island.
His father was a man who could never understand. The shame on a red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down. But to trade in the white man's place.
Sit by my side come as close as the air. Sharin' a memory of grey. And wander in my words. And dream about the pictures that I play. Of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream. I wonder how the old folks are tonight. Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face. She left me not knowin' what to do.
In my canary yellow canoe, my yellow canoe. I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe. The Eastmain, Coppermine, Back River too. In my canary yellow canoe.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run. When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel.
It seems that all successful things and all. the envy that they bring might not be. worth it. Being shot down every minute. for the effort you put in and all the time.
I spent most of my life outside, in the driving rain. I was only trying to get by with some of life's amenities. Well, nothing's free, I got more than I bargained for.
Man's best friend is beautiful and. affectionate and ideal pet. Cats are the. same, we make up their names and our. love for them is real. Listen up, I gotta.
All I can see is the sea and the sky. And the sky is blue and the sea is green. Yesterday's a cabaret. Gowns of satin on ladies gay. . Yesterday's a cabaret.
Confess your crimes after twenty years of killing. Clearing your mind is easy now caught. Death was your life, pain your pleasure. No regrets, emotions are naught.
We all go down and I love every moment. You played and lost and you don't even know it. And every day breaks into a thousand pieces. And the rats leave the ship, admitting isn't easy.
I never saw you arrive. Though you're always around. Making your day. Close to the ground. Around with the pigs. Feeding on what's left behind. . Adapt your colors to my mind.
You came for every single second I had. The way I loved you from just under my breath. Was a constant reminder that what beat in my chest. Wasnt mine anymore Id guessed.
I found hope in the back of a closet. Written by a child and on pieces of parchment yellowed and old. Ive never seen that kind of belief. I set to read a story of kindness where even just one kiss could change how we read this and help us get lost in the pattern so ageless it conquers the cost.
Are you telling the whole truth. or are you terrified. how can suddenly your love subside. suddenly your love subsides. is it because you. are scared that in future times.
This is Radio Pacific calling M.S. San Doria -Radio Pacific calling M.S. San Doria -Are you receiving me, San Doria? -You'll be in our hearts tonightAnd we wish the entire crew a very merry christmas..