It is rainy, cold and foggy,
The islands are calling me you know,
Get out of your funk and get down here,
And give winter the heave-ho.
I am miles north of the border,
I want to be in a warm space.
I go to work each day and say,
I’ve got to get out of this place.
I can hear the islands calling me,
Come sit by the bright blue sea.
A cool drink will help to relax you,
And a beach umbrella for you and me.
The islands are calling I know,
I watch the Christmas lights aglow.
I know where I want to be,
It isn’t under the Christmas tree.