In a land where the sun’s always shining,
On an isle where young hearts should be free,
In a hut made of grass waits a lady,
Who’s wet tears make the salt of the sea.

In my youth I once sailed to the islands,
Met a girl who I knew as Marie.
We embraced, two young hearts, filled with passion—
Then I left, but she still waits for me.

How I long to return to the islands!
How I’d love to go back to the sea,
To a place from my past and the passion
I once shared with my lovely Marie.

In my body, now aging and feeble,
I still dream of the place I should be—
In a hut made of grass with a lady…
The passionate, lovely Marie.