Along the golden shore,
Where the diamonds,
dance,
With the waves,
The drifters,
Were,
Drifting,
And chilling,
To palm tree caress,

As the exotic,
mermaid ladies,
Were swaying,
Kissing,
And dancing,
With the warmth,
of golden sunflowers,
In the Moonkissed,
Sunflower fields
Reynaldo Casison