From dusk to early dawn
We'll swing and sway our cares away,
Across the sands of our island hide-away.
As the waves rush in,
And the tide rolls out,
We'll watch the stars dance about.
'Neath moon beams of silver and gold,
Across the silver sand she goes,
Dancing the night away, Little Miss Twinkle Toes.
John Watson
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