Trade Winds

The trade wind is blowing through the trees.

The spray blows like smoke across the sea.

Oh, when will our boats sail again?

Where the foaming waters sweep

Over coloured corals deep.

When will our boats sail again

Out through the reef?

One I love lives across the sea

across the sea

My love she waits

waits for me

Her hair is black

and eyes of emerald green

a wonder to be seen

When will our boats sail again

out through the reef?