A song I wrote about a conversation with a fictional dude on the beach. He comes from the cold north and thinks he could probably get used to the tropical lifestyle!
PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
© Mike Pilling 2019
HE CAME FROM THE CREST OF THE COLD NORTHWEST
KNOWING THE SOUND OF THE SEA
BUT SOMETHING DREW HIM TO THE COLOUR OF BLUE
AND THE SHADE OF A COCONUT TREE
AS HE SAT ON THE SAND WITH A DRINK IN HIS HAND
HERE IS WHAT HE SAID TO ME…
JUST GIVE ME PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
WHITE SAND AND A TROPICAL BREEZE
PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
AND I MIGHT STAY A WHILE
THERE’S MUCH YOU COULD SAY ABOUT MIST ON THE BAY
RAIN ON A COOL AFTERNOON
BUT SOMETIMES, YOU SEE…SUMMER NEEDS TO COME TO ME
AND I CAN’T ALWAYS WAIT UNTIL JUNE
AS HE MOVED FROM THE SUN TO THE SHADE WITH HIS RUM
HE LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER AND SMILED
JUST GIVE ME PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
BREAKING SURF AND A WARM SEA BREEZE
PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
AND I MIGHT STAY A WHILE
THE CONVERSATION WE HAD WAS MORE HAPPY THAN SAD
AND HE KNEW WHAT HE SAID WAS TRUE
JUST GIVE ME PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
NOWHERE NEAR ANY PLACE THAT CAN FREEZE
PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES
AND THIS JUST MIGHT BE HOME