Island Love Song
Words and Music © 1999 Jane Best

On McLean's Mountain the June sun glows warm.
Clover and cedar are scenting the air.
Gathering strawberries here at your side,
I watch the wind play in your hair.

Down in the city, the traffic grinds on.
Folks on the sidewalks are jostled along.
They may enjoy life in swift city rhythms,
But I'm always glad to come home.

Here on the Island, the trees frame the sky.
A flourish of wildflowers trim roadways with lace.
Dawn air resounds with the crane's clattering cry;
At twilight, the heron wings our way.

Yes, in the city, there's places to go:
Movies and concerts, museums, and shows,
Night and day shopping, and take-out to go.
It's fun for a few breathless days.

Back on the Island we walk hand in hand,
Watching our children skip stones on the shore.
My heart is full of the dance of the waves.
I watch the wind play in your hair.
I watch the wind play in your hair.