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Celtic Lyrics Corner > Compilations > Celtic Moods > The Island
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Lyrics:
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat
They're showing pictures on the television
Women and children dying in the street
And we're still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future through the past
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone
But hey, don't listen to me
'Cause this wasn't meant to be no sad song
We've had too much of that before
Right now I only want to be here with you
'Til the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean
They're raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard wall
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying can lead them into glory
But hey, don't listen to me
'Cause this wasn't meant to be no sad song
I've sung too much of that before
Right now I only want to be here with you
'Til the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when there's no one around
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean
Now I know us plain folks don't see all the story
And I know this peace and love is just copping out
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches
Is just what being free is all about
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street
Will bring us all together in the end
Now we go marching down the road to freedom
Freedom
