The Sands Of Serkonos

On the sands of sweet Serkonos

Did we bathe in the sun!

Sharing grapes from Cullero

When you were the only one

On the streets of Karnaca

I met you long ago

When the sea was still peaceful

And the bay seemed to glow

We danced and sang

Until the early ships sailed

And when the morning bells rang

Only then we exhaled

Now the sands of Serkonos

They're burning in the sun

And the grapes from Cullero

Are withered and finally done

Now we cower in the alley

Of the streets where we did stroll

While the Duke claims our riches

And his firing squads patrol

We run and hide

Until the evening ships sail

When the night is black

Only then do we exhale

So meet me in the shadows

And bring your sweetest grape

We'll slip onto a whaler

And maybe we'll escape