Can you hear me now calling your name from across the bay.
A summers day laughing and a hiding .
Chasing love out on Thunder island.
She was the color of the Indian summer ,
and we shared the hours without number.
Until one day when the sky turned dark
and the winds grew wild.
Caught by the rain and blinded by the lightening,
we rode the storm out there on Thunder island.
I held her close until the storm passed .
And we fell down laughing in the wet grass.
Both are bodies drying in the sunshine , sweet sunshine
So sha la la la la la my lady . In the sun with your dress undone.
Now every mile away and every day cuts a little bit deeper.
I"ll remember the nights in the cool sand , making love , out on Thunder
island.
Goodbye Thunder island
