Just the sound of the trade winds blowing
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Waves rolling on the beach,
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The fragrance from the Bougainvillea
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Fills the air, smells so sweet¡¦
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Market fresh with friendly faces
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Greeting tourists just in port
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Natives bargain earn their living
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Sell their goods from makeshift stores¡¦
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Palm trees sway to a reggae rhythm,
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Dolphins playing just off shore¡¦
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(Chorus)
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Down here in the islands, Life¡¯s so simple under the sun,
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Laid back and always smiling, the clock moves slow,
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nobody runs,
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Hear the sounds of children laughing
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Building castles in the sand
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See the ships out on the horizon
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Bringing folks from far off lands
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Rum drinks in the afternoon,
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Sun sets, romance rules,
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(Chorus)
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A Sailboat silhouettes the harbor,
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skipping out across the bay
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Guess it¡¯s time I should be going back¡¦
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Maybe I should stay¡¦..
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(Chorus)
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Words & Music By Nick Granato
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¨Ï 2004 Song Harbor Music/BMI
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Down Here In The Islands
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| Nick Granato |
