From the recording Living on a Volcano
Lyrics
Living on a Volcano
Now many years have passed my friend
since I came to live on this island
it’s just my way, drifting with the tides
I woke up on every beach and harbor side.
I cut cane, picked coffee beans by hand
cleared the lava fields of this rich land
I washed glasses down at Don’s Mai Tai Bar
and at night slept on the beach beneath the stars
Living on a volcano
the jungle grows fast
but the day goes slow
living on a volcano, living on a volcano
into the fire, hell, I was surely thrown
and I did not help myself none, I know
beneath this sacred ground it’s always burning low
always churning, always ready to blow
Living on a volcano
the jungle grows fast
but the day goes slow
living on a volcano, living on a volcano
now the morning air is sweet and still
the good Lord’s light pours over the hill
about a mile past where the dirt road ends
that is where you can find me my friend
Living on a volcano
the jungle grows fast
but the day goes slow
living on a volcano, living on a volcano