Seekers Island Of Dreams
I wander the streets and the gay crowded places,
Trying to forget you, but somehow it seems
My thoughts ever stray, to our last sweet embraces,
Over the sea, on the island of dreams.
High in the sky, is a bird on the wing,
Please carry me with you,
Far far away, from the mad rushing crowd,
Please carry me with you.
Again I would wander where memories enfold me,
There on the beautiful island of dreams.
High in the sky, is a bird on the wing,
Please carry me with you,
Far far away, from the mad rushing crowd,
Please carry me with you.
Again I would wander, where memories enfold me,
There on the beautiful island of dreams.
Far far away, on the island of dreams
