The earth is soft, red and deep
Under my feet today
And I can see oh the trees
That my grandfather made
Grow
Grow
Grow
The ocean waves
They're rough and sweet
They carry me safely
And oh the way
You all say down
The way you say down
Down
Down
Down
Gorse is blooming
It's yellow leaves
A coconut smell
Drifting though the breeze
Breeze
Breeze
Breeze
I saw a kestrel
At the break of day
She flew over my head
And showed me the way home
Home
Home
Home...
