It was evening, with the lovely ladies,
By the wild and windy shore,
French riviera, mediteranean sea,
Somewhere serene Matisse painted,
With vivid birds that kept him company,
In the solitude of sky,
And dapper passerbys,

Dreamy colors,
Sun and moonlight,
She would be a sweet teacher,
We were just ordinary,
In love with the beauty of waves,
And lavendar skies,
Eight flowers and three kisses,
How her beauty,
could make the ordinary,
pretty extraordinary,

Starry seashells,
Strawberries and mangos,
A picnic by the exotic shore,
Croissants that butter the clouds,
Its good to sway free darling,
And Enchanted in stillness,

She wears pretty dresses,
With a variety of gems and flowers,
And feels comfy in denim and blazers,
Like your favorite artists,
She could make the evenings, midnights,
And colors,
dream and sigh,

Starry seashells,
Strawberries and mangos,
A picnic by the exotic shore,
Croissants that butter the clouds,
Its good to sway free darling,
Enchanted in stillness,

La, la, la,
Starry seashells and waves,
Sigh with their love for the shore,
La, la, la,
Starry seashells and waves,
Sigh with our love for the heavenly shore
Reynaldo Casison