Under The Sun

Snow in my shoes Mid-Winter blues Have got me down (Just point me South...let's go now) The clothes on my back Are too Pasternak From sole to crown Where in the hell's the snowplow? Down 95 We'll come alive And by the time we get somewhere Near Savannah Give Winter the slip It's well worth the trip To be togerther Under the sun Under the sun Stress is undone With every mile We travel down that highway Hot tea and songs It won't be long Till we arrive At our island hideaway Unpack the car See how things are We'll roll up all the Blinds To let some light in We've come a long way Small price to pay To be together Under the sun And every evening watch the sunset Oh the gardenia scent is sweet Remember me, I'm from out West and I need the heat Under the sun Over the opal sea Sometimes a cloud Sails along harmlessly Under the sun Sambaing hand-in-hand You and me two Sandpipers in the sand --- Under the Sun - Michael Franks