Palm trees galore  ©  Leo dean 2005 There’s some things I wanna see before I die, Like my toes disappearing’ in the sand…. walkin’ hand in hand. Down a white sand beach with the moon shinin’ on the water. …….and Palm trees galore. There’s some things that I wanna  hear before I go away.   Like steel drum music from a Caribbean band….ice cubes twinkling’ in my right hand, An the grand kids playin’ in the back yard screamin’ for their mama.   …..an Palm trees galore. I need Palm trees to take me back home and forget all the landlocked the places I’ve roamed, Where the sea was a dream and a picture in magazine.   I want Palm trees that rustle and sway and give me cool shade on a hot summers day Palm trees to take me away from it all. I need Palm trees….Palm trees galore. There’s a whole lot of songs to sing before I say bye bye. About friends that I made and women that I’ve loved. And prayers that I prayed to the heavens above To give me just one more day in the bright sunshine. And Palm trees galore. I need Palm trees to take me back home and forget all the landlocked the places I’ve roamed, Where the sea was a dream and a picture in magazine.   I want Palm trees that rustle and sway and give me cool shade on a hot summers day Palm trees to take me away from it all. I need Palm trees….Palm trees galore.