The Lights Are On in St. John  


Way out past Puerto Rico the Leeward Islands rise 
Like The lost jewels of Atlantis into Caribbean skies 
Where the Garifuna dancers sometimes still circle their hips 
And the fresh breeze in from Africa dries the salt spray on your lips

Chorus:
Oh the lights are on in St. John and they shine across White Bay 
The tarpon swim beneath the boat and We wish that we could stay
Where the coral fans and the white sand shimmer through diamond waves Oh the lights are on in St. John  


We sailed across to Jost Van Dyke through the Narrows past Soper's  Hole 
We drug our anchor through the sand and moored against the roll 
Finned our way out around the point through teeming schools of rainbow fish 
Oblivious in running tide we stole a pirate's kiss  

Chorus:
Oh the lights are on in St. John and they shine across White Bay 
The tarpon swim beneath the boat and We wish that we could stay
Where the coral fans and the white sand shimmer through diamond waves Oh the lights are on in St. John  


Swam up to The Soggy  Dollar Bar our guitars on our backs 
Ordered up a plate of Roti with Nilla Kallas to relax 
A fleeting wisp of carefree joy was floating just in reach 
Soon voting us there to delay and dance La Bamba on the beach  

Chorus:

Oh, the lights are on in St. John and they shine across White Bay 
The tarpon swim beneath the boat and We wish that we could stay
Where the coral fans and the white sand shimmer through diamond waves Oh the lights are on in St. John  





Gordon McLeod August 5 th 2012