We were two travellers with a suitcase full of gold
Memories collected from all the places we'd been
Nothing bought, and never ever to be sold
Blessed with riches we couldn't have ever dreamed
One more night before we'd be going home
Rum and reggae dancing on a mountainside
With no one there and no signal on the phone
Grateful to be alone and so full of life
Walking up to a silver tree, waking up to a silver tree
The Earth and sun made for us to see
Walking up to a silver tree, waking up to a silver tree
It's true that awe always comes for free