He was just 23, cut like a rake
Narrow and strong, eyes deep as a lake
He was captain and crew to his craft made of chrome
For the enemies' guns left him all alone
The bombs had all dropped, they levelled the land
So he found an island and put it down on the sand
He walked up the beach between torch and palm trees
Found a small bamboo hut and a warm nightly breeze

She was barely 19, all freckles and smiles
She carried a tray full of coconut vials
Her mom and her dad were doctor and nurse
They'd been killed in the war
She had naught in her purse
She walked on the beach, she slept in the shack
And when he walked in, she got her smile back
She saw in his eyes the rest of her life
She would follow his journeys; best friend or his wife

He was just 21, cut like a rake
Narrow and strong, eyes deep as a lake
He was captain and crew to his craft made of chrome
For the enemies' guns left him all alone
The bombs had all dropped, they levelled the land
So he found an island and put it down on the sand
He walked up the beach between torch and palm trees
Found a small bamboo pub and a warm nightly breeze