on an island

If once you have slept on an island

you will never be quite the same

you may look as you looked the day before

and go by the same old name

you may bustle about the street or shop 

you may sit at home and ponder

but you will see blue water and wheeling gulls

wherever you may wander

you may chat with neighbors of this and that 

and close to your fire keep

but you'll hear hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell 

and tides beat through your sleep

oh, you won't know why, and you can't say how

such change upon you came

but once you have slept on an island 

you will never be quite the same