As I dance to the song
Of the tossing winds
That brush through my weaves.
Big men seeking tomorrow,
Worried women filling their wombs with hope
And young girls waiting breathlessly
For the one to sweep them off their feet.
Fervent prayers for my heart's desire
Wishing for a glimpse of those sailing ships
Returning home with my one true love
In his arms I see the sun, moon and stars
And tells a girl, please be mine
A woman kneels and begs a man
Please don't leave me.
Sweet as run ripened pineapples.
This thing throbs between us;
Love, love, come home to me.