It's evening, I'm facing the sea,

there's no doubt where I'm longing to be, to be

On the beach with the breezes of blue

Just the spray on my face sets me thinking of, thinking 

of you

It's been so long since I've talked to the dunes,

It's been so long since I've played all these traveling 

tunes

Hold my hand Precious Lord; won't you make me feel fine?

Make me feel just as fine as when I saw Port St. Johns 

for the first time



Lots of days I have spent in sadness and sorrow

Lots of nights I have cried with no hope at all for 

tomorrow

Let me go to the place where I first saw your face

When the ground turned to sky and the voice came from 

space

There are deeds to be done, there are victories to win

There's a young girl that smiles at the hero's return

There are songs to be written, there are lyrics to rhyme

We can feel what we felt when we saw Port St. Johns for 

the first time