• Lorraine Johnson

[63] To Find You

I've come to listen to the rustling of the palms

High up the coconut tree

I've come to listen to them talk

With a hope to hear your voice

And then when they are through

Or when my aloneness grows too strong

I will walk across the sandy shore

With the whitecaps at my side

I will walk

I will walk

I will walk

To try and find you.