It's par - a - dise here - where the sun meets the sea.
There's nothing to fear and so much to be.
But soon I must go, say goodbye to it all.
That homeland of mine is begin - ning to call.
Goodbye - doesn't mean this has to be the end.
Fading dreams grow cold as ice.
And I - got a feeling we will meet again when we return to paradise.
The wind in our hair - and the sun in our eyes.
There's no need for tears and no time for lies.
So reach out your hand - and I'll reach out my heart.
Remember me while we are apart.
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But we'll return to paradise again.