The Swinging of The Palms

The swinging of the palms


The swinging of the palms in the breeze,
Things that make me feel at ease.
Also count on the warm heart of a man,
And walking barefoot on the sand.

I look far to the ocean and I can’t see
The man that is longing for me.
But in the soft breeze I can feel
The caress that makes all worries nil.

The crickets’ sound fills the night,
The crescent moon is up high.
All is calm and makes me wonder.

But inside of me there’s a thunder
Sound that in my heart vibrates,
Longing for a dream, and… waits.
KBS