I'm in love with English Country Dancing and wrote this after a week on St. Croix dancing with some wonderful people. So this is for my fellow dancers and some wonderful people (like Sweeny and Hattie) I met on the Island. (This is a high quality mp3 and will take a little longer to load than usual.)

Below is a picture of Sweeny when we stopped at Hattie's place.

Sweeny drives a tour bus on Isle St. Croix
Tells of sugar cane and rum and what the winds destroy
And here's what's left of houses where the slaves were kept
Now pile back in the bus we tack for Christiansted

Chorus

We be waltzing in the moonlight down in Christiansted
With a steady island breeze to cool the dancing sets
But this breeze becomes a hurricane some now and then
And this paradise be shambles when it comes again

There be no way off the island when the big winds bite
Crowd the family 'neath the bathtub for a long day's night
There's groaning, howling, crashing and the roaring of the wind
And every moment wond'ring will the walls cave in

chorus

In the middle of the forest sits a roadside shack
Where Hattie sells fruit smoothies or a mango snack
She's rushing 'bout and smiling so contageous
Sweet Hattie's got her hopes up; here comes Sweeny's bus

chorus

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