Shamballa's Cove
As the tide sets in
My ship sets sail and the sea salt breeze delivers my vision upon my hands,
Through the forest of trees stands
My castle
My throne:
Hard wood floors and a huge sky dome which embraces the stars
Open air breathing in the reality of today,
Unending gardens of fragrence
Surrounding cazebos and glorious walkways
All intertwined in a beatifull maze of seduction
The fruits of paradise are plentifull here
As the trees drip of cold hard cash
And the river is filled with wisdom to drink
Satisfied I stroll down to ocean's front
Hand in hand with the loves of my life,
Dirt roads travelled by custom built motor cycles through the jungle brush
The creatures of night sing in symphony
Here there is no reason to rush,
At the docks there are sail boats and ships which are full and all are aboard
Awaiting the steer of the captain's hand which loves them and takes them abroad,
To exotic lands of pleasure
Of adventerous and beautifull scenes
For this place of magical surety is truley fit for a king and a queen,
It lays within the path
Captured by the eyes
It is filled with fancifull mezmeration
Each day is a new surprise,
Its abundance is full and eternal
Its a fountain for the wise
This island, a home to be
In all of its serenity
A place of rest in which to thrive
WELCOME HOME sings its beautifull chorus
I am at Shamballa's Cove-
My ship sets sail and the sea salt breeze delivers my vision upon my hands,
Through the forest of trees stands
My castle
My throne:
Hard wood floors and a huge sky dome which embraces the stars
Open air breathing in the reality of today,
Unending gardens of fragrence
Surrounding cazebos and glorious walkways
All intertwined in a beatifull maze of seduction
The fruits of paradise are plentifull here
As the trees drip of cold hard cash
And the river is filled with wisdom to drink
Satisfied I stroll down to ocean's front
Hand in hand with the loves of my life,
Dirt roads travelled by custom built motor cycles through the jungle brush
The creatures of night sing in symphony
Here there is no reason to rush,
At the docks there are sail boats and ships which are full and all are aboard
Awaiting the steer of the captain's hand which loves them and takes them abroad,
To exotic lands of pleasure
Of adventerous and beautifull scenes
For this place of magical surety is truley fit for a king and a queen,
It lays within the path
Captured by the eyes
It is filled with fancifull mezmeration
Each day is a new surprise,
Its abundance is full and eternal
Its a fountain for the wise
This island, a home to be
In all of its serenity
A place of rest in which to thrive
WELCOME HOME sings its beautifull chorus
I am at Shamballa's Cove-
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