In winter in Gran Canaria, the trees all keep their leaves

And the flowers don't stop blooming

There's no need to move all the tables indoors

And colour doesn't just disappear

The average sky is just a boring blue colour

And the pirate ship keeps sailing

You can climb a dune

Or catch a wave (without a drysuit)

The roads are ice free 

And the sand is warm

So, when are you coming?