Sweetheart and I feeling wild and free.
Frolicking on the beach in Waikiki.
The surf is high and the breezes are nice.
My lips touched sweetheart's lips twice.
Watching the beautiful sun go down.
Passion thirsting for another round.

One sunny day sweetheart and I were put into a nature trance.
Watching the butterflies dance.
Floating here and floating there.
Spreading beauty everywhere.
One softly landed upon sweetheart's hair.
Then lightly drifted into the air.

There use to be times when hobos would tell.
Stories of freedom times of riding the rails.
Going wherever the wind blew.
Everyday, seeing something new.

Hardship and freedom were their way of living life to the fullest.
Braving weather that could be the cruelest.
Owning only the shirt on their backs.
Living life on the railroad track.

When their life was at an end.
Their only treasure was memories of places they had seen and been.

I bask in your love.
I delight in your kiss.
I glide in your heart.
I swim in your soul.

I'm rich beyond compare.
Knowing that for me you will care.
You are my sunrise in the morning.
My stars at night.

You are my fresh morning air.
My cool running spring.
My dew on the flowers.
My pretty sweet thing.

Five cans of patience.
Five boxes of romance sensation.
Ten cups of sharing.
A gallon of caring.
A bowl of trust.
Honesty a must.
Always put God first.
Salvation for thirst.

There's a girl who walks the scenic trail.
The one with the long ponytail.
The way it blows in the breeze.
Can bring a fellow to his knees.

She's pure as sunshine.
Mellow as aged wine.
Mystical as a Hawaiian sunrise.
A beauty bouquet for the eyes.

Ponytail and spearmint gum is what I remember about my first love.
A lass of beauty to be proud of.
Popsicle lips that taste so sweet.
Coke bottle figure that couldn't be beat.

Silky hair soft to the touch.
Sparkling eyes that I loved so much.
A pretty sweet thing who had it all.
Beauty that radiated through the high school halls.