Maiden of the Island
I walked alone one fine morning,
the sun above was shining;
ahead of me there she stood -
the maiden of the island.
She waved her hand at me,
her body's white, her smile's so gay;
she called me by my name -
the maiden of the island.
She took my hand in her hand
as we started walking along the sand,
she whispered softly into my ear -
my maiden of the island.
Far away we walked,
felt too tired to even talk,
found us a place under a tree -
the maiden of the island and me.
We made love on that fateful day,
filled my soul with so much ecstasy;
when I awoke I found that I was all alone,
the wind had blown the maiden of the island away from me.
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