Thunder Island - Jay Ferguson

Sha-la-la-la-la-la my lady

In the sun with your hair undone

Can you hear me now calling your name

From across the bay

A summer's day laughing and a-hidin'

Chasing love out on Thunder Island

She was the color of the Indian summer

And we shared the hours without number

Until one day when the sky turned dark

And the winds grew wild

Caught by the rain and blinded by the lightnin'

We rode the storm out there on Thunder Island

I held her close

Until the storm passed

And we fell down laughing in the wet grass

Both our bodies drying in the sunshine, sweet sunshine

So, sha-la-la-la-la-la my lady

In the sun with your dress undone

Now, ev'ry mile away and ev'ry day

Cuts a little deeper

I'll remember the nights in the cool sand

Making love out on Thunder Island