| With a wave of her hand and her sparkling eye
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| My island girl waved me goodbye
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| For another country in another time
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| For another life under another sky
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| But don’t just cut off your heart keep it open and sure
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| Keep it free from hurt and keep an open door
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| And let the spirit of love that united our soul
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| Be a gentle dove and guide you to your goal
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| And I’ll go to that stream and I’ll sing my own prayer
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| That my island girl shall be safe everywhere
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| Sing away while you can and before very long
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| The coming tide brings the chosen one
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| And there is a hope and there is a peace
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| In that ancient land where my angel sleeps
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| And when your river runs high
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| Let it flow, let it flow
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| It’s your time with life to let your garden grow
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| And when your burden gets rough
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| Let it go, let it go
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| Let your strength return on every breeze that blows
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| Through that ancient land, through eternity
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| O, my island girl, remember me
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| For your life has its course and you never can say
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| Who you’ll meet and marry along your way
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| But be sure from the start that the cities behind
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| Love the lands living heart and breath eternal time
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| And when your river runs dry and your halo is torn
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| Drink the living stream in the calm of the dawn
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| And may you travel in peace
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| And may your children be blessed
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| And your mind released and your soul caressed
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| In that faraway land where my spirit flies
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| To my island girl under those ancient skies
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| And with a wave of her hand and her sparkling eye
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| My island girl bid me goodbye
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| For another dream in another time
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| For another life under another sky |