Santa Catalina, my love.
A long sandy shore.
A small town, and not much more.
A place called Santa Catalina Island, the place I do adore.
Twenty seven miles across the sea.
Santa Catalina is waiting for me.
To smell the fresh air and feel the sea.
There is no other place I wish to be.
The snow and ice is nice, but I prefer the sun.
On that island, cares, you feel none.
You can stay there, watching days go one by one.
Playing and just having fun.
Santa Catalina, my heart, you have won.
A small town, and not much more.
A place called Santa Catalina Island, the place I do adore.
Twenty seven miles across the sea.
Santa Catalina is waiting for me.
To smell the fresh air and feel the sea.
There is no other place I wish to be.
The snow and ice is nice, but I prefer the sun.
On that island, cares, you feel none.
You can stay there, watching days go one by one.
Playing and just having fun.
Santa Catalina, my heart, you have won.