Beach-side hand-in-hand, our toes dipping beneath the sand
I smile at you as you do to me,
I smile at you as you do to me, and life is happy.
Not a singular yen to our name,
Not a singular yen to our name, not an ounce of admiration or fame.
But money doesn't mean a thing,
But money doesn't mean a thing, birds don't have money and they still sing.
Run along the beach with me until morning turns to night.
Because every little thing is gonna be alright.
Be my friend, together we'll redraw the Northern Lights.
Fly away with me, my sweet bird of paradise.