The sun is high, looking out I see    The emptiness beyond the jetty    Seagulls raining like confetti    On the Water    Sea and sky come together in    A hazy kiss out on the ocean    Europe seems a foreign notion    Hardly thought of       And would you leave your modern world behind?    I know who I am    Riding in my sampan       In the shade stands the foreman in    A floppy hat and linen suit    Beneath his ancient leather boot    The ground is straining    Far away, figures bend to tap the    Endless seas of rubber trees    To coat the wheels of Paris taxis    Where it's raining       And would you leave your melting world behind?    I know who I am    Riding in my sampan