The Seven Islands Joel Alme

I went down to the seven islands
I had promised I would meet her there
With the palm trees wrapped up in silence
With that ocean in the air

But sometimes when I dream of her
On that island where the sunlight hits your eyes
In the wind there's no sorrow drifting by
And I wish that her eyes, oh her wonderful eyes
Were there, there just for me
On that island I'll be free

How I wish that she still loves me
And I remember what she said
How her letters used to release me
And that feeling that we shared

But sometimes when I dream of her
On an island where the sunlight hits your eyes
In the wind there's no sorrow drifting by
And I wish that her eyes, oh her wonderful eyes
Were there, there just for me
On that island I'll be free

But sometimes when I dream of her
On an Island where the sunlight hits your eyes
And the wind was drifting by