In Her Sweet Canoe Poem by Reynaldo Casison

On an island,
where love is exotic,
Danced a woman,
Who kissed the moon,
In the land of golden climes,

In her sweet canoe,
The moon is lit,
Like a candle gold,
And her love never grows old
And her exotic love,
Never grows old

Everybody is sweet as wine,
In her land of golden climes,
Lavender skies,
and moonlit kisses,
Every star sings with Solace,
In the land of golden climes,
In the land of golden climes
In the land of golden climes,

In her sweet canoe,
The moon is lit,
Like a candle gold,
The moon is lit
Like a candle gold,
And her love,
never grows old,
And her exotic love,
never grows old,
And her love,
never grows old
Reynaldo Casison