O My Isle

I'm looking out through the shoreline trees And as always, the gold light shines Through the bright green leaves But something's not right I don't hear the call Hear the call, hear it calling me My rapport with the land Ain't what it used to, what it used to be Sun kissed my face Wind howls its embrace And the sands dance about like willow limbs From my shadow like a ghost left billowing Rip from the current, rip from the current Rip from the current, rip from the current Rip from the current These northern hills and these southern reeds Can no longer pronounce my name So I take my leave But that's alright 'cause I hear the call I hear it call, I hear it calling me That promised land Where I will raise my, I will raise my keep Sun kissed my face Wind howls its embrace And the sands dance about like willow limbs From my shadow like a ghost left billowing O, my dear shores Gold above, great below Though I must go, know that I go forth with your light Into the wild world brandishing your might Rip from the current, rip from the current Rip from the current, rip from the current Rip from Hear, my shores, this proclamation Now I leave to you my deeds I leave this to you Every glorious occasion where I learned how to be free My hallelujahs I leave them to you O, my isle Rip from the current Sun kissed my face Wind howls embrace Sands dance about like willow limbs From a ghost left billowing Sun kissed my face Wind howls embrace Sands dance about like willow limbs From a ghost left billowing