I drifted in the Doldrums, almost dead, A weedy, watery, trail, With a useless rag, hangin above my head, Not a breath o' breeze to fill my sail, Then liftin' up my spygla**, ol' Buckley's hope, I seen somethin' o'er the waves, I throwed my things, I left my boat, And swam out on my way.. On a Desert Isle, Here I sing, oh-de-lee-ee-oh-de-lay-ee, Soft an' sweet Got no shirt or shoes upon my feet, Out in the middle of an o-o-ocean, Doin' my thing, I'm happy just to dream, and sing, Out livin' like a marabout king, Out on a Desert Isle The shadin' palm trees bend an' sway, The fish swim 'bout my feet, And a breeze blowin' soft 'pon the cordgra** play, A lazy old melody, cool an' sweet, As the sun goes sinkin' in a painted sky, My eye's on a pool of light, Where the stars cast a twinklin' veil on high, Where I sleep out everynight... One mornin' the silence broke, As beset by a sea high-horned in waves I awoke, To find no remnants of that paradise, What laid about me, were a changed, unfriendly land, From beyond the compa**' reach, I sings this song of water an' dune, Of wonders strange, Out of the gloom, there came a sound like cryin' in the night, My blue ruined eyes I thought lied, A woman draggin' up, out of that squawlin' tide.. On a desert isle, Oh-de-lee-oh-oh-de-lay-ee, tired an' beat, Writin' help, in letters fifteen feet, Out on the beach, beside an o-o-ocean, Woe is me, a cryin baby bouncin' on my knee, In a little gra** shack built for three, Out on a Desert Isle.