To live in an old shack by the sea
And breathe the sweet salt air
To live with the drawn - and the dusk
The new moon - and the full moon
The tides, the wind - and the rain
To surf and comb the beach
And gather sea shells
And drift wood
And know the thrill of loneliness
And loose all sense of time
And be free
To hike over the island to the village
And visit the marketplace
And enjoy the music, the food and the people
And do a little trading
And to see the great ships come and go
And man have me a ball
And in the evening when the sky is on fire
Heaven and Earth become my great open cathedral
Where all men are brothers
Where all things are bound by love
And crowned with love
Poor, alone and happy
I walk by the surf
And make a fire on the beach
And as darkness covers the face of the deep
Lie down in the wild grass
And dream the dream that the dreamers dream