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