Moorea
Words & Music by Pat McDonald
© Pat McDonald 2002
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Oh we all dream of a paradise and a place to be free
Far away where the waters are warm and clear
And the trade winds blow from the sea
There's a place where we can get away from noise and the busy streets
You can leave all your worries and your cares behind
Find your feet and follow me to my
Moorea, I still hear you call to me
Moorea, my Paradise across the sea
I could live a thousand years and never feel the same
Moorea, call my name
I remember this man with a toothless grin
Playin' on a cheap guitar
And the Island girls that danced with him
'Neath the cover of the southern stars
Oh, the colors of the coral reefs
And the tourists in the bars
The hustle and the bustle of the open market
And the amber lights of the motor cars
Moorea, I still hear you call to me
Moorea, Paradise across the sea
I could live a thousand years and never feel the same
Moorea, call my name
Sailing, on the water I am sailing
Sailing, daughter of the island king
Spirit in the sky
Monarch of the sea
Are there for you and me
Moorea, I still hear you call to me
Moorea, Paradise across the sea
I could live a thousand years and never feel the same
Moorea, call my name
Yeah, call my name
Oh, call my name