paroles de chanson The Island - Celtic Thunder
They
say
the
skies
of
Lebanon
are
burning
Those
mighty
cedars
bleedin'
in
the
heat
They're
showing
pictures
on
the
television
Women
and
children
dying
in
the
street
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!
This
wasn't
meant
to
be
no
sad
song.
We've
heard
too
much
of
that
before
Right
now
I
only
want
to
be
here
with
you
Till
the
morning
dew
comes
falling
And
I
wanna
take
you
to
the
island
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
They're
raising
banners
over
by
the
markets
Whitewashing
slogans
on
the
shipyard
walls
Witchdoctors
praying
for
a
mighty
showdown
No
way
our
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!
cause'
this
wasn't
meant
to
be
no
sad
song.
I've
sung
too
much
of
that
before
Right
now
I
only
want
to
be
here
with
you
Till
the
morning
dew
comes
falling
I
wanna
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
Now
I
know
us
plain
folks
don't
see
all
the
story
And
I
know
this
peace
and
love's
just
copping
out
And
I
guess
these
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
And
we'll
go
marching
down
the
road
to
freedom...
Freedom...
Freedom
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