She lay asleep in the sail boat When they came to the island Waiting below the sunrise clouds.
The new sand was smooth for their coming. Trees of unknown origin grew up along the hills Strange birds flew above. Small lakes reflected the blossoming clouds.
As they walked they exchanged bouquets Of the island flowers. When they reached the mountain top
They turned to look at the wonder of water. Coming into the harbor a sail boat moved slowly. Two were asleep near the mast as she came, The sail a white wing under the sunrise clouds.