Celtic Thunder - The island

^DThey say the ^Bmskies of Leba^Gnon are burni^Dng, Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat. They're showing pictures on the television Women and children dying in the street.

^GAnd we're still at it in our ^Aown place, Still trying ^Dto reac^Gh the future thr^Bmough the past. Still trying^G to^A carve tomorrow^D from^Bm a tombstone...

But h^Gey, don't ^Dlisten to me! ^GThis wasn't me^Bmant to be no s^Gad so^Dng. ^GWe'^Ave ^Dheard too much of that before. R^Gight now I on^Aly want to ^Dbe here with y^Gou 'til the m^Bmorning d^Aew come^Ds falling. ^GAnd I wanna take you to the i^Dsland, ^G Trace yo^Aur footprint^Ds in the sand. ^GAnd in ^Athe evening when ^Dthe s^Gun goes down We^Bm'll make ^Alove ^Dto the sound of the ocean.

^DThey're raising ^Bmbanners ^Gover by the m^Darkets, Whitewashing slogans on our shipyard walls. Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown - No way our holy flag is gonna fall.

^GUp here we sacrifice our ^Achildren to feed the ^Dworn-out ^Gdreams of yes^Bmterday, And teach^G them^A dying will l^Dead us^Bm into glory...

But h^Gey, don't ^Dlisten to me! ^GThis wasn't me^Bmant to be no s^Gad so^Dng. ^GI'v^Ae ^D sung too much of that before. R^Gight now I on^Aly want to ^Dbe here with y^Gou 'Til the m^Bmorning d^Aew come^Ds falling. ^GAnd I wanna take you to the i^Dsland, ^GTrace you^Ar footprints^D in the sand. ^GAnd in ^Athe evening when ^Dthere^G's no one around, We^Bm'll make ^Alove ^Dto the sound of the ocean.

^DNow I know us ^Bmplain folks ^Gdon't see all the s^Dtory, 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 ^Gtwisted wreckage down on m^Aain street Will bring us ^Dall ^Gtogether in th^Bme end And we'll go ^Gmarching d^Aown the road to ^Dfreed^Gom ^DFreed^Bmom ^DFreed^Gom