The Island

Song Length 4:38 Genre Pop - Rock

Lyrics

1657 to 1993
Old stones tell untold stories
About the men who guard the sea

And the women that once loved them
As they crashed among the waves.
Come back to fire and bread and wine
Come back to better days

Slept there on the second
Woke up at half past noon
Friends flying in from Portland
Shooting guns up at the moon

Now the pilot he?d been drinking
And the kids they were raising hell
The sun settled in the backyard
When I heard the dinner bell

Some days I say

Take me back to the island
To where I?m home and free all day
Wake up at noon and play through the night
And the time just spills away
And the time just spills away

Now the Black Dog had a party
And we played through a couple of songs
I met a girl there named Chenoa
Talked to her about all night long

Turns out she was a fisherman
And she could drink me to the floor
She was quick with eyes like diamonds
As she walked out of that door

We built a shed there in the summer
In our good friend Troy?s backyard
Put padding in the rafters
Hammering nails with cannonballs.

We sang and drank till morning
Our voices carried through the air
Answered only by the silence
Of the last three hundred years.

Somedays I say

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