Soft, Breathless Kisses. Waves Rocking Our boat. Four heartbeats, Four waves, Four knots. Dancing On top Of the waves. 2 lovers, 2 ores, 4 eternity. With The sound Of the sea Pulsing in our ears And The red glowing sunset ahead, We’ll sail on.
Come on all you princesses In your wonderful frocks and headdresses. It’s Thursday, you’re thirsty To speak your mother tongue. Fine and dine in Wetherspoons, We may sing a tune or two. They may not have our callaloo fritters. They may not have our ackee salt fish. But company from back home is what’s in […]