(Verse 1) Down in Hawaii, where the palm trees sway, Lives Woodstock Carl by the ocean’s spray. With his sax in hand, he plays through the night, Melodies drifting on the waves so bright. (Chorus) Oh, Woodstock Carl, king of the shore, Talking to whales, forevermore. He built a temple for the menehune small, In the heart of the island, he hears their call. (Verse 2) The little folk whisper in the ancient wood, Guarding secrets where the wild winds stood. Carl’s got stories from the deep blue sea, Whales sing back in harmony. (Bridge) Saxophone cries like the humpback’s song, Echoes of legends where he belongs. From sunrise surf to the starry sky, Woodstock Carl keeps the spirits alive. (Chorus) Oh, Woodstock Carl, king of the shore, Talking to whales, forevermore. He built a temple for the menehune small, In the heart of the island, he hears their call. (Outro) So raise your voice to the island breeze, For Woodstock Carl and his symphony of seas.
