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