The Island

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 streets 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 I've sang to much of that before Right now i only want to be here with you Till the morning due comes falling 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 They're raising banners over by the markets White-washing slogans on the shipyard walls Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown The way a 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 We've had too 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 Now i know us plain folk don't see the bigger picture And all this peace and love's just copping out And the 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 As we go marching down the road to freedom, freedom