There's a road in the sand through the sugar cane
There's a house that stands in the sun and rain
Where the old man sits and the ships go by
He never did get up he never even tried
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
A whole lot of water in the old man's eyes
Me and Sarah Kaye, we grew up a team
In the bright blue sky, in the hurricanes
Like two boats that sail, tryin' to break free
From the prison walls of the deep blue sea
That's a whole lot of water, more than I can cry
A whole lot of water in my baby's eyes
I never been no slave to no history book
And ev'ry fish I caught I let it off the hook
So I paint the shapes of the sea and sky
And I teach my hand to obey my eye
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
A whole lot of water in a young man's eyes
There's a house that stands in the sun and rain
Where the old man sits and the ships go by
He never did get up he never even tried
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
A whole lot of water in the old man's eyes
Me and Sarah Kaye, we grew up a team
In the bright blue sky, in the hurricanes
Like two boats that sail, tryin' to break free
From the prison walls of the deep blue sea
That's a whole lot of water, more than I can cry
A whole lot of water in my baby's eyes
I never been no slave to no history book
And ev'ry fish I caught I let it off the hook
So I paint the shapes of the sea and sky
And I teach my hand to obey my eye
That's a whole lot of water more than I can cry
A whole lot of water in a young man's eyes
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