This Carribean Morning

Caribbean Morning
by M. Smith

The turins are hovering along the beach
The sun is peaking up on
The east horizon
The clouds are turning from grey to gold
As the morning light finds its way 
Upon them
There's a gentle breeze
And the water is warm
It's a beautiful start
To a beautiful day
On this  Caribbean morning

 

The fishermen are tethering their nets
Getting things ready for the morning catch
There's no hurry
Clouds in the distance are calling for rain
But they'll be making the run out just the same
There's no worry
Finding their way
Through a gap in the reef
Same as every day
Since they've been teens
Another Caribbean morning
     


      Lay back, relax good things will come
      You are  on island time
      It all will keep, no need to rush
      Tomorrow will be fine 

 

The little cantina at the end of the dock
Is starting to fill and already rockin
Out reggae
It's the same old crowd in the same old chairs
With all the cocoanut  telegraph news to be shared
Sipping cafe
The tourists all walking round
Wearing no shoes 
With hardly a care 
And little more to do 
On this Caribbean morning

     



       Lay back, relax good things will come
      You are  on island time
      It all will keep, no need to rush
      Tomorrow  will  be fine
      On this Caribbean morning
      This Caribbean morning