Island Roots Drift

Sun on the water, slow rolling light

Palm shadows moving to the edge of night

Roots in the rhythm, deep in the tide

I ride that island feeling

That the whole world glides

Easy on the breeze, steady in my chest

Heartbeat swinging in a tropical rest

No rush, no worry, just the ocean′s tune

Golden hour glowing from afternoon to moon

Hear the waves hum soft as they kiss the shore

Every little moment asks for a little more

Cans in the air like a prayer to the sky

Joe White and Roots

Kick the good life high

Sun on the water, slow rolling light

Palm shadows moving to the edge of the night

Woods in the river, deep in the tide

I ride that island feeling

Let the whole world glide