In this virgin island
Where never before had your kind strode
You came, a stranger
And you were gladly welcomed
You knew your way around
A great traveller
Must have been to other lands
For your expertise baffled this maiden
When you tilled this land
She let you sow
And she watered after you
Watched your garden grow
But as quick as dew dries in the morning sun
You left without a word, no farewell
And in this beautiful island garden
A flower was plucked
A flower was plucked
But its stalk never died
For the maiden hopefully awaits
That you’ll return
And the flower'll grow again.
