To live in an old shack by the seaAnd breathe the sweet salt airTo live with the dawn and the duskThe new moon and the full moonThe tides, the wind, and the rainTo surf and comb the beachAnd gather seashell and driftwoodAnd know the thrill of lonelinessAnd lose all sense of timeAnd be freeTo hike over the island to the villageAnd visit the marketplaceAnd enjoy the food and the music and the peopleAnd do a little tradingAnd see the great ships come and goAnd, man, have me a ballAnd in the evening when the sky is on fireHeaven and earth become my great open cathedralWhere all men are brothersWhere all things are bound by lawAnd crowned with love
