She got me a camera for Christmas,
Told me I should take it to the sun.
Was dreaming of a land of jacarandas,
As January begun.
You know that feeling when you get there in the evening,
To a quiet night that’s humming with the sea,
And you already hear the morning breathing,
It’s waiting there for me.
We’re gonna take it to the summer isles, the summer isles, the summer isles.
Where together we’ll idle away the hours,
Like the untouched flowers of the summer isles.
Someone told me I would be a wise man,
If my treasure was the beautiful and free,
They told me I could wake up in the morning singing “nothing’s robbing me”.
Well that’s where I want to be,
Singing “nothing’s robbing me, nothing’s robbing me!”
The summer isles, the summer isles…