sweet smells haunt my soul
fish frys at oistins on a friday night
memories of frogs singing through the nights
dark brown complexions of the finest tone
i rub the sand between my toes
something is leading me there
he hails from my island paradise
my ancestors led me back home, to meet the one
memories of frogs singing through the nights
dark brown complexions of the finest tone
i rub the sand between my toes
something is leading me there
he hails from my island paradise
my ancestors led me back home, to meet the one
Your spirit, it can hear your name being called.
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