Long before the causeways and the roads

The Calusa paddled where the river flows

Fort Myers grew by the waterside

Edison and Ford watched the tarpon rise

From Redfish Point, Cape Coral took shape

Blue-water streets ran toward the Gulf’s wide gate

Cape Coral, take me out on the blue

Lee County sunshine, nothing I’d rather do

From Matlacha Pass to Sanibel sand

Follow the tide with a good friend at hand

Kayak the Blueway in the morning glow

Cruise past the Causeway where the warm winds blow

Sundial on Sanibel, shells along the shore

South Seas on Captiva, always time for more

Pine Island Sound puts the sun in our wake

Cayo Costa calls us to a quiet escape

Watch dolphins dancing in the water behind

Chase silver kings at Boca Grande in summertime

Meet at Margaritaville where the beach lights glow

Then point her home beneath the sunset gold

Dock at Rumrunners when the daylight fades

Fathoms keeps the music rolling by the waves

Yucatan is swinging where Matlacha shines

Doc Ford’s pours stories on island time

Raise one for Bert’s and the old fish tales

At Cabbage Key, they grow bigger with the ale

Through every storm, these islands stand

We rebuild together, hand in hand

From Cape Coral canals to the Gulf we roam

Lee County water always leads us home