Well, my baby, she spells her name with leaves, sticks, stones, clouds, and rain.
Oh, my baby...that's how she spells her name
She's so natural that it hurts me, so natural that mere words just don't explain
When I look out upon the sea, my baby's as clear as an island to me
Oh, my baby...with her hair that resembles a palm tree
Well, I know there's many fish, but it's only her I wish for naturally
When I'm rolling in the grass and the sun heats up the land, I wish that every blade was a finger from her hand Oh, my baby, she don't think I'm crazy, I know she understands
That if her body was the desert, I'd be curled up in a blanket full of sand