This Must Be Paradise - Michael Franks

See that shadow cross the mountain

Summer in the warbler’s eye

Beauty never is forgotten, though the moment passes by

Imperceptibly the evening slowly dials down the light

All the flora seems to smolder

Water-coloring into the muted pallet of the night

Can you see how our seclusion is complete

With the summertime in bloom

At our feet side by side in the grass staring up at the sky

I assume, this must be paradise…

Tenderly now, allow me to demonstrate

You need only undulate

Keeping time with the samba like this while the stars rise

With the moon, this must be paradise…

I can think of several uses

For the joys within our reach

And if hunger overtakes us

Open sesame!

I brought with me

Banana, plum and peach

Can you see how our seclusion is complete

With the summertime in bloom

At our feet side by side in the grass staring up at the sky

I assume, this must be paradise…

Tenderly now, allow me to demonstrate

You need only undulate

Keeping time with the samba like this while the stars rise

With the moon, this must be paradise…