Song | Islands |
Artist | John Denver |
Album | Seasons Of The Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Denver Music:John Denver | |
Islands call out to me | |
Like the highlands that I always see | |
In my dreams of home | |
I am never alone when I'm there | |
Islands like so many dreams | |
Are like canyons but off the main stream | |
And there's no one there | |
The dreamer is always alone | |
And the mighty blue ocean | |
Keeps rolling on every shore | |
Like the spirit that binds us together | |
We are so much more - than islands | |
Islands belong to the sea | |
Like the dark sands of my memory | |
When the morning comes | |
They are stepping stones to the sun | |
And the mighty blue ocean | |
Keeps rolling on every shore | |
Like the spirit that binds us together | |
We are so much more - than islands |
Lyrics: John Denver Music: John Denver | |
Islands call out to me | |
Like the highlands that I always see | |
In my dreams of home | |
I am never alone when I' m there | |
Islands like so many dreams | |
Are like canyons but off the main stream | |
And there' s no one there | |
The dreamer is always alone | |
And the mighty blue ocean | |
Keeps rolling on every shore | |
Like the spirit that binds us together | |
We are so much more than islands | |
Islands belong to the sea | |
Like the dark sands of my memory | |
When the morning comes | |
They are stepping stones to the sun | |
And the mighty blue ocean | |
Keeps rolling on every shore | |
Like the spirit that binds us together | |
We are so much more than islands |
Lyrics: John Denver Music: John Denver | |
Islands call out to me | |
Like the highlands that I always see | |
In my dreams of home | |
I am never alone when I' m there | |
Islands like so many dreams | |
Are like canyons but off the main stream | |
And there' s no one there | |
The dreamer is always alone | |
And the mighty blue ocean | |
Keeps rolling on every shore | |
Like the spirit that binds us together | |
We are so much more than islands | |
Islands belong to the sea | |
Like the dark sands of my memory | |
When the morning comes | |
They are stepping stones to the sun | |
And the mighty blue ocean | |
Keeps rolling on every shore | |
Like the spirit that binds us together | |
We are so much more than islands |