step outside -- take a look at the stars

catch a glimpse of the way things are --

making contact...



smell of sweet fresh oil on skin

when you move on me like the tide coming in --

making contact...



so many ways to understand

one for every woman and man

been that way since the world began



i hear the drumming of the surf and i have to dance

stepping to the rhythm of circumstance --

making contact...



i feel so huge -- i feel so small

i feel so good i want to swallow it all --

making contact...



making contact

swimming in an ocean of love

making contact

swimming in an ocean of love

we move together like the waves

swimming in an ocean of love

every night and every day

swimming in an ocean of love

one world -- one human race

swimming in an ocean of love

one kiss from a smiling face

swimming in an ocean of love

see that sign coming into view

swimming in an ocean of love

mother sea welcomes you

swimming in an ocean of love

making contact...



(TOBAGO JANUARY 1984