Old Butler Field is empty Wooden bleachers in the sun Cricket click deep in the wood It does no good to run It does not good to run Well run I have most of my life From one coast to another The island's in my blood I must stay to know my lover I must stay to know my lover Well run I have most of my life St. Simons, you give joy And sorrow There's hope for tomorrow If I can sing on you today St. Simons you give joy And sorrow There's hope for tomorrow If I can sing on you today