BALI DREAMING
THERE ARE SOME FOLKS WHO SAY THAT I'M A DREAMER
AND I'VE NO DOUBT THERE'S TRUTH IN WHAT THEY SAY
BUT SURE A BODY'S BOUND TO BE DREAMER
WHEN MANY THINGS HE LOVES ARE FAR AWAY
IN DREAMS I WANDER DOWN THE STREETS OF KUTA
AND LEGIAN WHERE MOSTLY WE DO STAY
A'BASKING IN THE HEAT OF ALL -YEAR SUMMER
THE MILLION SMILES THAT BLAST YOUR BLUES AWAY
TO SEE THE FIELDS ALL SPLASHED UP IN THEIR GREEN'RY
PRODUCING RICE TO KEEP THESE FOLKS IN BEST OF HEALTH
THEY MOSTLY WOULDN'T THINK OF OTHER SCENERY
THOUGH THEY MIGHT KEEP THEIR FAMILIES IN WEALTH
THE SMILES, THE SMILES, WHO COULD FORGET THEIR KINDNESS
THE FACES LINED WITH CARE FOR ONE AND ALL?
THE OLD FOLK SITTING CARED FOR IN THEIR BLINDNESS
TO ANY CULTURE BUT THE ONE THEY OWN.
BUT, DREAMS DON'T LAST, THOUGH DREAMS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN
AND SOON WE WAKE TO STERN REALITY
ALTHOUGH THEY PAVE THE FOOTPATHS HERE WITH GOLD-DUST
I'S SOONER STROLL THE STREETS OF DEAR BALI.
(UNASHAMEDLY ADAPTED FROM 'THE ISLE OF INSIHFREE', SUNG BY BING CROSBY.)