I’d love to be stranded with you
And lie with you on the sea shore.
We’d frolic in the lagoon blue;
Your lips would be mine ever more.

We’d warm the tropical weather
And have slow dances in the rain.
Our feet would think the sand heather.
Love would be no legerdemain,

Although it would seem magical,
This perpetual honeymoon
Where nothing’d be more tragical
Than having a kiss end too soon.

With nothing to distract us, love
Would become our true native tongue.
The old stars looking from above
Would long to be in love and young.

And on those same stars I would wish
To continue sedated bliss,
Living off coconut and fish
And your revitalizing kiss.