Wishin' I was
Knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky, breeze and it don't seem fair
The only worry in the world
Is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky
Never been so happy, never felt so high
And I think I might have found me
My own kind of paradise...
Where the mangroves split for the sea, where swampy mud makes way for sandy beach, a tribe was created by pure accident. Parrot Head, a solo musician travelling the swamp, found this place while idly following the birds on their winter journey. She deemed the sand bar her home, a paradise-within-paradise where she could finally rest her weary legs. Other kin happened upon it and decided to stay, either for the view of the sunset or Parrot Head's soft, smooth tunes. Many, for both.
