Foreign Land

[From The Songbook of Sgt. Robert Jameson, RAF c. 1920]

Waves upon the sand.
Don't be such a foreign land.
You speak but I don't understand.
Waves upon the sand.

I look into your eyes.
I see diamonds fall from summer skies.
Above the waves a seagull flies.
I look into your eyes.

And it's so beautiful to me.
It's all so beautiful to me.

Something has begun.
Underneath a golden sun.
Rivers to the ocean run.
Something has begun.

And it's so beautiful to me.
It's all so beautiful to me.

You take me by the hand
and lead me to a foreign land.
You speak and now I understand.
You take me by the hand.

And it's so beautiful to me.
It's all so beautiful to me.