Island in the Sun (Complete Version)

Island Dream Beat

Golden strings strum and weaving 

rays into waves, vibrations sun, 

a hymn, a hum, where time goes yum

You hat rift  with heads held high,

painted the melon toast on a mango sky.

Hip, hip, and palms swing,

whispering secrets of a carefree thing.

No shirt, no socks, just the tide's embrace,

a rhythm of freedom, a sacred space.

Tambourine laughs, a steel drum sighs,

and the ocean croons 

the soul cannot deny.

Snap to the beat of the swaying breeze,

island spirits waltzing through the trees.

Golden hours, a sun-kissed trance,

feet in the sand, caught in the dance.

Island in the sun, you’re more than a song,

Let’s ride this tune 'til the day is done,

under the coming moon, 

baked in the island sun.