Under stars sparkling like crystal spheres,
We’d make love through the summer night …
Then spent serenely we’d drift apart,
Until the purple morning’s dawn.
But seasons come and then they go …
Autumn leaves fell like crimson tears,
Withered and tired our love too died,
She left my bed and then my land.
Memories fill my wintry days
Now that my years are nearly over,
I think of my brown maiden by the sea
As she toasted on warm white sands.
I toasted on warm white sands
In his island land of sea and surf
When the sun died in the sultry waves
I’d run into his waiting arms.
Our love was strong, or so I thought,
We loved throughout the summer nights.
Spent we’d dream in each others arms
‘Til purple dawn shone upon our bed.
But seasons com and seasons go,
The autumn leaves fell like crimson tears
Our love grew tired and wearied me
Alas, I left his bed and then his land.
Now I, with hoary white hair, think of him …
And the memory of our warm exotic love,
I’d toast the days upon the warm sand
And pass the nights in his strong arms.