Seven Days To Paradise Lyrics

Chorus:
And we’re seven days from heaven boys, seven days to
go.
They have a house in Barbados that every sailor knows.
They call it the paradise and it’s every dream come
true
You’ll be poor, and happy and sore before your visits
through

We’ll have three days before we sail so wisely spend
your time
Don’t waste it lads on sleep and food for that would be
a crime.
They have three girls for every man and the rum it all
flows free
So when we dock just grab your gear and quickly follow
me.

We all set out some months ago no more than two or
three
And since then we’ve had no sights but the sun and sky
and sea.
But in a week you’ll have a treat laid out before your
eyes
For we’re going to see those angels who work the
Paradise.

Chorus The chairs are large and comfortable in the grand main
hall
And no one says you gotta move, no orders barked at all
When they’re free the girls will sing or tell a tale or
two
And as they pour another glass you’ll know the name is
true

I once met a mulatto there – a powder keg named Beth
I swore if this was Paradise I would welcome death
I’ve never known a finer place, I doubt I ever will
If I’d had the cash the last time through, then that’s
where I’d be still.

Chorus

So heave that line and swab that deck, make sure the
work is done
We’ll give the captain no excuse to take away our fun.
Make sure that the sails are taught, use all the wind
you can
For we still have seven days to go before we reach the
land.

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