Rhode Island
We are walking to the sand.
In the summer of a hard year,
You are swinging both our hands,
In Rhode Island. Rhode Island.
Now we will go gleaming into tomorrow.
I am leaning, leaning into tomorrow,
From Rhode Island, cradled on the waves.
I don't want to tell you sad news,
I don't want to let you down.
We drive away, (we don't know
What is going to happen now),
From Rhode Island. Rhode Island.
Now we will go gleaming into tomorrow.
I am leaning, leaning into tomorrow,
From Rhode Island, cradled on the waves.
Autor(es): Don Peris / Karen Peris