We spend fourteen days
On this little island
Two boys in a fairy tale
Explorers of the strand
Our father he bathed naked
Jumped into the sea
Mother she was shy but we
We were wild and free
If we had a Brownie once
The photos are all gone
But it's in my mind
The farm the wood the lighthouse
A Kodak Brownie left behind
Full of earwigs, creepy crawlies
The hunting cabin where we lived
Had dead eyes on the wall
Mounted heads that stared at us
In the gloomy hall
If we had a Brownie once
The photos are all gone
The fishing boat that took us out
Tipped in the wild waves
That tossed the ship from stern to bow
For once I was the brave
He got seasick down below
But I was on the deck
Shouting through the salt foam
Clinging to the boat