Sometimes they are lost vessels Who ran aground again Sometimes they are merchants Who have come to the wrong island Sometimes they are soldiers Looking for some pirates Sometimes they are pirates Looking for a place to hide
No matter who comes to island No one comes to stay The castaways wish for a boat The vessels wish for high tide The merchants wish for customers The soldiers wish for home The pirates wish to escape
This island is now Only a home for the crabs and me A paradise for for us
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