The Island

-Celtic Thunder

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

This wasn t meant to be no sad song

We ve heard too much of that before

Right now I only want to be with you

Till the mornin dew comes fallin

And I want to take you to the island

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 raisin banners over by the markets

White washing slogans on our ship yard walls

Witch doctors 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 will lead us into glory

But hey, don t listen to me.

Cus this wasn t meant to be no sad song

I ve sung too much of that before

Right now I only want to be with you

Till the mornin dew comes fallin

I want to take you to the island

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 s just copping out

And I guess these young boys dyin in the ditches

Is just what being free is all about

And how this twisted wreckage down main street

Will bring us all together in the end

And we ll go marching down the road to freedom

Freedom

Freedom