Summer Sparks
Twenty-four years, Jim and Gayane,
Still chasing sunshine, still playing the game.
São Miguel took our breath away,
Boca do Inferno stole the day.
Stingray dinners at Bar Caloura,
Windmill nights — couldn’t ask for more.
Seven islands, a thousand views,
Every road leads back to me and you.
Oh, Azores, take us away,
Blue skies, green hills,
another day. Hand in hand,
wherever we roam,
Seven islands, but you’re my home.
Terceira’s caves with Sam and Isabelle,
Our tour guide booked dinner
— and booked it well!
On Pico, Magma,
Cella by the sea,
Grandma’s crab recipe,
winery memories.
Flores taught us trust and a little patience,
“Pay us tomorrow!” — island hospitality.
Fresh ocean air,
good people everywhere, A little adventure,
a love beyond compare.
Oh, Azores, take us away,
Blue skies, green hills,
another day. Hand in hand,
wherever we roam,
Seven islands, but you’re my home.
Thought the car ran dry,
I was out of luck,
A friendly local gave me a lift in his truck.
Cows in the fields,
the ocean so blue,
Every crazy story
brings me back to you.
Oh, Azores, take us away,
Twenty-four years, still in love today.
(yeah!) Hand in hand,
wherever we roam,
Seven islands, and you’re my home.
Jim and Gayane, the story goes on,
Our love is the journey — the islands are the song.