Diana Hamilton - Back to the Island Lyrics

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Back to the Island

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What Are The Lyrics For Back to the Island By Diana Hamilton?
Na na na na ni na na na na
Na na na na ni na na na na No life in the city everywhere dead But there on the island ain't no problems there Only the bright sunshine, cool summer breeze Caressing my body, make me feel at ease No worries from pressure, no reason for greed You grow everything you got, so there is no need The mango tree loaded, come eat some with me Just get out the city and you could live free Come back to the island, sweet summer breezes Away from the city and all that stress Come back to the island, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Away from the city and all that mess I stroll on the beaches I dance in the sun I wave to the children and old folks I don't know Alone in the city cause no one says hello But here they all love me everywhere I go Hurricane a blowing, people boarding up Everyone is praying things won't be too rough Out here on the island where Nature never stops I learn to be ready with a heart that's full of love Na na na na ni na na na na Na na na na ni na na na na Na na na na ni na na na na Na na na na ni na na na na One, two junkanoo One two junkanoo Beat the drum, beat the drum, hey Blow the horn, blow the horn Ring the cowbells, kalik, kalik, kalik |
Who Wrote Back to the Island By Diana Hamilton?
Diana Hamilton
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What's The Duration Of The Back to the Island By Diana Hamilton?The duration of Back to the Island is 3:45 minutes and seconds. |
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