The Island - Dolores Keane

They say the skies of Lebanon are burning

Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat

They’re showing puctures on the television

Women and children dying in the street

Ant we’re still at it in our own place

Still trying to reach the future thru' the past

Still trying to care tomorrow from a tombstone

But hey!

Don’t listen to me!

Cos this wasn’t ment to be no sad song

We’ve heard to much of that before

Right now I only want to be here with you

Till 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 walls

Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown

No way our holy flag is gonna fall

Up here we scrifice our children

To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday

And teach them dying will lead us into glory

But hey!

Don’t listen …

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 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

And we’ll go marching down the road to freedome

Freedome