Atlantic ocean
The south of France
It ain't the North Shore
And I'm far from home
Ecole du Surf
And all in French
The waves are colder
And endless miles of sand
Rastaman in France
Summer at La Plage
Reggae music playing
Surfing all day long
Small winding roads
Through the hills of Bordeaux
Taking fruits from the land
To the rich man's Chateau
Old wine in the cellars
Behind ancient walls
In barrels of oak
And spirits from the past
Rastaman in France
Summer at La Plage
Reggae music playing
Surfing all day long
There is no surfing
For the sharks at land
They smoke different herbs here
And the sun sets at ten
Boats on the river bed
The tide is low at night
No tradewinds blowing
And I dream of Hawaii
Rastaman in France
Summer at La Plage
Reggae music playing
Surfing all day long
Rastaman in France
Summer at La Plage
Reggae music playing
Surfing all day long