Come to these golden sands

Come to these golden sands

and take each others' hands,

after the kiss and the bow,

and the high swells will be silent.

Lightly here and there you will dance,

then gentle spirits, you will sing.

Shh! Shh!

the guard dog is barking.

Shh! Shh!

I hear Chanticleer's

strident cry.