With warm weather, everything is better
The sun in my eye I don’t see a cloud in the sky
Looking up high I know that it is going to be tough to say goodbye
With warm weather, everything is
better. The sun in my eye I don’t see
a cloud in the sky Looking up high
I know that it is going to be tough
to say goodbye
I sit in my chair and fan through my hair
And wonder what’s better than this fresh ocean air
While looking at the sand and listening to the Caribbean band
I sit up and sink my feet into the warm sand and feel the Caribbean heat
Then I feel the fat beat of the strong rhythm beneath my seat
After comes the warm breeze followed by ringing rhythmic music keys
Seeing the Caribbean sea I say “this is definitely the place I want to be”
Looking around down from the highland I say wow “this is one happy island”