I heard tell of an island called Bogildo
Where sea meets rocky shore
Home to farmers, fishermen, and poets
Like paradise of yore

Fruit trees blossom in the garden
Where Grandma's house upright stands
Crickets sing all night long
 Raindrops melt in silky sand

Birds fly south to get there
Children love to visit her
Everybody misses her
When it's time to go