If once you have slept on an island br You'll never be quite the same; br You may look as you looked the day before br And go by the same old name, br You may bustle about in street and shop br You may sit at home and sew, br But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls br Wherever your feet may go. br You may chat with the neighbors of this and that br And close to your fire keep, br But you'll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell br And tides beat through your sleep. br Oh! you won't know why and you can't say how br Such a change upon you came, br But once you have slept on an island, br You'll never be quite the same.