A full moon shines in the starry sky
picking out highlights on the breakers.
Accra's powder sand sifts between my toes,
the surf laps around my ankles.
This is the time you come to me -
when the beach belongs to us alone.
This is the time our laughter rides the wind -
as we dance to the calypso beat.
This is the time Mount Gay rum makes us glow -
as the Trade Wind fans the flickering fire.
This the time we are at one with nature -
roaring to the rhythm of the waves.
This is a time that exists for us alone -
when I call to you, and you come to me.