I'll miss you sweet Bequia. Sweet, sweet Bequia, My Caribbean island home. I'll miss the blue of your seas, And the green of your hills, The white of the sails of your ships at anchor. The rainbow of colored houses that dot your land. And the red of your ever-present mimosa trees. I'll miss you sweet Bequia. Sweet, sweet Bequia, My Caribbean island home. I'll miss the sound of your waves Crashing onto Friendship beach, And their gentle lapping onto your bronze sands of Lower Bay. The winding motors of the "dollar buses" As they speed up and down your steep roads. The rustle of the wind in the leaves of your palms. And the sound of dominoes being shaken In your neighborhood watering holes. I'll miss you sweet Bequia. Sweet, sweet Bequia, My Caribbean island
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