That Summer on shore, hand in hand A far away look, in our eyes Rolled up sleeves, folded jeans Our smiles.... ending with sighs You look at me, I look at you And that's all the world to me Soft sand and even softer hands Where else…

Stranger might be these tides for me But a home is not what I seek today A quest this is, that and a dream A dream to wander faraway And wander I shall in this realm and beyond In woods and plains and hills and valleys Aboard the boat and…