White-washed walls on a hillside steepWhere the ancient gods used to dream and sleepCobblestone pathways that wind to the shoreWhere the waves tell the secrets of mythical loreThe scent of wild thyme floats on the breezeSifting right through the olive tree leaves.ChorusOh, carry me back to the Aegean seaWhere the water is blue and the spirit is freeFrom the hills of Crete to the Athens skyWhere the pillars of marble stand proud and highDance to the rhythm, let the music playUnder the gold of a Greek summer day!Opa!Verse 2Faded old fishing boats bob in the bayCatching the light at the break of the dayA table is set with some olives and wineUnder the shade of a green hidden vineThe laughter of strangers who soon become friendsIn a land where the magic just never quite ends.ChorusOh, carry me back to the Aegean seaWhere the water is blue and the spirit is freeFrom the hills of Crete to the Athens skyWhere the pillars of marble stand proud and highDance to the rhythm, let the music playUnder the gold of a Greek summer day!BridgeListen closely and you will still hearThe voice of the poets chanting so clearSocrates walking the ancient pathwaysPlato dreaming of brighter daysA timeless soul that will always surviveKeeping the flame of the islands alive.Guitar & Bouzouki SoloChorusOh, carry me back to the Aegean seaWhere the water is blue and the spirit is freeFrom the hills of Crete to the Athens skyWhere the pillars of marble stand proud and highDance to the rhythm, let the music playUnder the gold of a Greek summer day!OutroUnder the gold of a Greek summer day...The home of the sea, where my heart wants to stay.Opa! (Fade out with a final strum of the bouzouki)
