Morning on the water
Blue all the way through
Bare feet on the warm boards
Nothing I must do

Fruit beside the doorway
Coffee in a cup
Small boats on the bright bay
Sun coming up

Easy now
Let the day go slow
Palm trees talking softly
Trade winds blowing low

Easy now
No place I need to be
The island has the whole day
And the whole day has me

White sand by the garden
Shells along the lane
Clouds above the mountain
Smelling like rain

Children near the shoreline
Laughing at the foam
Far out past the reef line
Fishing boats head home

Easy now
Let the day go slow
Palm trees talking softly
Trade winds blowing low

Easy now
No place I need to be
The island has the whole day
And the whole day has me

When evening turns the water
Soft as folded cloth
I sit beside the lantern
And let my old thoughts walk off

Easy now
Let the day go slow
Palm trees talking softly
Trade winds blowing low

Easy now
No place I need to be
The island has the whole day
And the whole day has me