Celtic Thunder - The island

^CThey say the ^Amskies of Leba^Fnon are burni^Cng, Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat. They're showing pictures on the television Women and children dying in the street.

^FAnd we're still at it in our ^Gown place, Still trying ^Cto reac^Fh the future thr^Amough the past. Still trying^F to^G carve tomorrow^C from^Am a tombstone...

But h^Fey, don't ^Clisten to me! ^FThis wasn't me^Amant to be no s^Fad so^Cng. ^FWe'^Gve ^Cheard too much of that before. R^Fight now I on^Gly want to ^Cbe here with y^Fou 'til the m^Amorning d^Gew come^Cs falling. ^FAnd I wanna take you to the i^Csland, ^F Trace yo^Gur footprint^Cs in the sand. ^FAnd in ^Gthe evening when ^Cthe s^Fun goes down We^Am'll make ^Glove ^Cto the sound of the ocean.

^CThey're raising ^Ambanners ^Fover by the m^Carkets, Whitewashing slogans on our shipyard walls. Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown - No way our holy flag is gonna fall.

^FUp here we sacrifice our ^Gchildren to feed the ^Cworn-out ^Fdreams of yes^Amterday, And teach^F them^G dying will l^Cead us^Am into glory...

But h^Fey, don't ^Clisten to me! ^FThis wasn't me^Amant to be no s^Fad so^Cng. ^FI'v^Ge ^C sung too much of that before. R^Fight now I on^Gly want to ^Cbe here with y^Fou 'Til the m^Amorning d^Gew come^Cs falling. ^FAnd I wanna take you to the i^Csland, ^FTrace you^Gr footprints^C in the sand. ^FAnd in ^Gthe evening when ^Cthere^F's no one around, We^Am'll make ^Glove ^Cto the sound of the ocean.

^CNow I know us ^Amplain folks ^Fdon't see all the s^Ctory, 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 ^Ftwisted wreckage down on m^Gain street Will bring us ^Call ^Ftogether in th^Ame end And we'll go ^Fmarching d^Gown the road to ^Cfreed^Fom ^CFreed^Amom ^CFreed^Fom