Lyrics:

THE ISLAND
(P.Brady)

1.
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning,
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat,
They're showing pictures on the television,
Of women and children dying in the street,
But we're still at it in our own place,
Trying to trace the future from the past,
Trying to crave tomorrow from a tombstone,
But hey don't listen to me,
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.

Chorus
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.

2.
They're raising banners over by the market,
Painting slogans on the shipyard walls,
Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown,
The way our holy flag is going to fall,
Up here we sacrifice our children,
On the worn out dreams of yesterday,
And teach them dying will lead us into glory,
But hey don't listen to me,
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.

3.
Now I know us plain folks don't hear all the stories,
Peace and love's just coping out,
And I guess those young boys dying in the ditches,
Well that's what being free is all about,
That tangled wreckage down on Main Street,
Will bring us all together in the end,
And we'll go marching down the road to freedom, freedom,
But hey don't listen to me,
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.