Songwriter: Larry Edgar
Running down wind, cold beer in my hand,
On the starboard I see, a lovely tropic island,
Sailing off to a port, our dream for the night,
Where ashore we will drink dance, till the morning light.
Steady north winds, east running swell,
Bright sun overhead, I've got stories to tell.
On this boat in the ocean, it's all been redeeming,
Living this life, Caribbean dreaming.
Pulling into this harbor, we sit on our hook,
Seeing palm trees and beaches, like pictures in a book,
We head to the shore, to walk in the sand,
With smiles on our faces, we stroll hand in hand.
A small grass hut, a Red Stripe sign on the door,
Reggae music is playing, we need to hear more,
We wander on in, belly up to the bar,
Take in the scene and know we won't go too far.
Later in the evening after good food and good times,
We row back to our boat, for tequila and limes,
Sit back in the cockpit, counting millions of stars,
Not missing the rat race, long lines and old cars.
The morning time comes, an amazing sunrise,
I come up on deck, wipe the sleep from my eyes,
As I ponder the moment, up the steps comes my bride,
And we drink some good coffee, her right by my side.
I haul up the anchor and crank up the main,
Heading out of this bay, all our memories remain,
Set sail for a place, not sure where it'll be,
Just the Caribbean waters, my wife, boat and me.