WHERE MY HEART BELONGS
© 1996 Daniel D. Taddei
All Rights Reserved
WHERE MY HEART BELONGS
© 1996 Daniel D. Taddei
All Rights Reserved
Hibiscus in the evening breeze
The sound of wind from palm lined seas
Take me back to the Caribbean please
Back to the place I love
My body’s in a northern place
I dream of warm wind on my face
The moon rising up above
Back in the place I love
ChoruS So many nights I lie awake
And stair out at the stars
Waves on the reef and sand on my feet
That’s where my heart belongs
Come take me to a warmer land
Come dance with me to reggae band
Drink cocktails under ceiling fan
Back in the place I love
Chorus
Bridge
Oh sing it with me
It’s where my heart belongs
In the Caribbean Sea
It’s where my heart belongs
Come dancing with me
It’s where my heart belongs
Repeat and fade… (Italics are backups)
Hibiscus in the evening breeze
It’s where my heart belongs
The sound of wind from palm lined seas
It’s where my heart belongs
Take me back to the Caribbean please
It’s where my heart belongs
Back to the place I love
It’s where my heart belongs
My bodies in a Northern place
It’s where my heart belongs
But I dream of warm wind on my face
It’s where my heart belongs
The moon rising up above
It’s where my heart belongs
Back in the place I love
It’s where my heart belongs
Sunday, June 8, 2008
AboutL Where My Heart Belongs ~
That’s where my heart belongs sort of says it all.
What is sad that so many people go through life never evaluating what is important in their life. I was once asked by an old geezer, “What is your perfect day?”
I gave him and his question a good long thought and answered something along the lines of sitting on a beach, catching some waves, eating good food with friends, listening to some great music while feeling the tickle of the trade winds while enjoying the sunset.... the basic caribbean day......
He then asked me how many of my days were perfect days. His second question changed my life forever.
So, how many of your days are perfect days?
May your anchor be tight, your corks be loose, your rum be spiced and your compass be true.
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Captain Danny Taddei