Joel Alme The Seven Islands
I went down to the seven islands
I had promised I would meet her there
With the palm trees at the silence
With that ocean in the air
But sometimes when I dream of her
On an island where the daylight hits your eyes
In the wind there's no sorrow drifting by
And I wish that her eyes
Oh, her wonderful eyes were there, there just for me
On that island I'll be free
How I wish that she still knows me
And I remember what she said
How her letters used to release me
And that feeling that we shared
But sometimes when I dream of her
On an island where the sunlight hits your eyes
In the wind there's no sorrow drifting by
And I wish that her eyes
Oh, her wonderful eyes were there, there just for me
On that island I'll be free
But sometimes when I dream of her
On an island where the sunlight hits your eyes
And the wind was drifting by
