The echo tells me I can't stay one more minute or one more day
Someday I'll open up the door then lead me to some distant shore
I'll listen only to the sound of my barefoot upon the ground
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor I'll sing a song in old San Juan
I'll kiss a girl in Barcelona and I'll be free to carry on
Someday I'll find out what to give and when I do I'll start to live
I'll cast my eyes up to the sky then catch a star and wave goodbye
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor...
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor...
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