Paradise Sought Blue,
blue waters, cool and crystal, Gentle waves that lap the shore, Silver sands that stretch for ever, Who could ever ask for more? Here and there a sun-bed beckons, Shaded by a swaying palm Not a thing to spoil the picture, Not a thing to shake the calm. Oh, these tempting foreign brochures! Landing through my door each day, All I need’s a tiny fortune, Then at last I’ll fly away!