Toes in the Sand

Eighteen months since I packed my bags,

left the highveld sun behind

Traded the braai for the Kiwi coast,

but you're always on my mind

Back home in South Africa,

under the African sky

Bartie and Retha are holding it down,

while the ocean breeze goes by

Oh, I miss the laughter,

I miss the noise The sisterly love and the brotherhood boys From

New Zealand shores to America's land

Wish we were together,

toes in the sand

Way out in America,

Sarel is chasing the dream

The oldest of us so far away,

a whole different world it seems And here am I,

Stefan, the youngest of the four

Just strumming my chords on an island rhythm,

looking out from the shore

Oh, I miss the laughter,

I miss the noise The sisterly love and the brotherhood boys From

New Zealand shores to America's land

Wish we were together,

toes in the sand

Yeah, it's been a year and a half,

my family so far But I'm sending my love on a shooting

star

Retha, Sarel, and Bartie...

Stefan misses you