In the gentle sway of the sunset's glow,
Whispers of secrets only the palm trees know,
On a hidden island where the dreams collide,
Hear the heartbeat of the ocean, let the rhythms guide.
The mystic tide rolls in, taking us away,
Carrying our worries like the clouds of gray,
Feel the breeze, it’s a magic unbound,
Let the movement of the waves paint the sound.
Come and dance with me near the shore tonight,
Underneath the stars, everything feels right,
The island's spirit wraps us in its grace,
Every moment cherished, in this sacred space.
As the moonlight scatters diamonds on the sea,
Let the spirits of the night set our hearts free,
With every rise and fall, we’re lost in the flow,
In this reggae rhythm, let the love grow.
When the dawn breaks softly, and the sun starts to rise,
We'll carry these memories, like fire in our eyes,
Together on this journey, hand in hand we’ll roam,
In the tide of the mystic sound, we’ve found our home.
So let the waves sing sweetly, and the palm trees sway,
In the heart of the island, we’ll forever stay,
With a love that's as endless as the ocean's deep ground,
We are one with the tide, in this mystic sound.
Reggae
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