The Island Lyrics
| Song | The Island |
| Artist | Celtic Thunder |
| Artist | Keith Harkin |
| Album | Celtic Thunder The Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They say the skies of | |
| Lebanon are burning | |
| Those mighty cedars bleedin’ 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 tryin’ to reach the future through the past | |
| Still tryin’ 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 here with you | |
| Till the morning dew comes falling | |
| And I wanna 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 raising banners over by the markets | |
| Whitewashing slogans on our shipyard walls | |
| 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 will lead us into glory... | |
| But Hey! Don't listen to me! cos 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 morning dew comes falling | |
| I wanna 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'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 freedom... | |
| Freedom……. | |
| Freedom |
| They say the skies of | |
| Lebanon are burning | |
| Those mighty cedars bleedin' 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 tryin' to reach the future through the past | |
| Still tryin' 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 here with you | |
| Till the morning dew comes falling | |
| And I wanna 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 raising banners over by the markets | |
| Whitewashing slogans on our shipyard walls | |
| Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown | |
| No way our holy flag is gonna' fall | |
| Up here we sacrifice our children | |
| To feed the wornout dreams of yesterday | |
| And teach them dying will lead us into glory... | |
| But Hey! Don' t listen to me! cos 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 morning dew comes falling | |
| I wanna 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' 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 freedom... | |
| Freedom. | |
| Freedom |
| They say the skies of | |
| Lebanon are burning | |
| Those mighty cedars bleedin' 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 tryin' to reach the future through the past | |
| Still tryin' 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 here with you | |
| Till the morning dew comes falling | |
| And I wanna 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 raising banners over by the markets | |
| Whitewashing slogans on our shipyard walls | |
| Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown | |
| No way our holy flag is gonna' fall | |
| Up here we sacrifice our children | |
| To feed the wornout dreams of yesterday | |
| And teach them dying will lead us into glory... | |
| But Hey! Don' t listen to me! cos 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 morning dew comes falling | |
| I wanna 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' 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 freedom... | |
| Freedom. | |
| Freedom |
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