Karaoké The Island Paul Brady

They say the skies of Lebanon are burnin'

Those mighty cedars bleedin' in the heat

They're showin' pictures on the television

Women and children dyin' in the streets

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

'Cos this wasn't meant to be no sad song

We've had too much of that before

Right now I only wanna be here with you 'till the mornin' dew comes fallin'

I wanna take you to the island and trace your footprints in the sand

And in the evenin' when the sun goes down

We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

They're raisin' banners over by the markets

White-washin' slogans on the shipyard walls

Witch doctors prayin' 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 dyin' 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 wanna be here with you 'till the mornin' dew comes fallin'

I wanna take you to the island and trace your footprints in the sand

And in the evenin' 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 coppin' out

And I guess these young boys dyin' in the ditches is just what bein' 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 marchin' down the road to freedom

Freedom