Tennis. Cape Dory. Zeneszám

Take me out baby I want to go sail tonight
I can see the ocean floor in the pale moon light
Ooh, let's explore the sheltered banks til the morning light
And we won't turn back til the shoreline is out of sight

We can play in the sun holding hands
And nap through the day on sun-bathed sands
We can live on an island of old conch shells
We can listen to the sounds of the ocean swell

Do you want to go where it never snows
and the mid-60s are the extra lows (?)
Well I know a place hidden by the sea
We can drift all day in the gentle breeze