Ian Cussick

Treasure Island
the water is warm from the sun mysterious searching has just begun let's anchor the boat off the coast of Jamaica and tasting the cool Jamaican rum there's nothing to say i'm floating away setting the sails against the sky rubys from Persia, Inca gold we travel the trade winds of pirates old black shiny pearls on my own treasure island of gallions brave and stories told there's nothing to say it's oceans away setting the sails against the sky long ago, when i was just a boy secret dreams were aglow but now i see reality and me with the river we flow past eternity's door From Letras Mania