Every land becomes an island
There's no more snow at Christmas time
So I hung up my hat, scarf and coat Even though it is December It feels like it's the month of June
When I get up, I get up and go They are all from California Finer than an oyster's pearl
I pluck a mango from a tree
When the ices melt I began to sing Strumming in the sweetest key
The tail of a wintery ghost Is lost in an island breeze I'm paddling into the sunset
What's been done can't be undone