The Island

[D]They say the [Bm]skies of Leba[G]non are burni[D]ng,
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat.
They're showing pictures on the television
Women and children dying in the street.

[G]And we're still at it in our [A]own place,
Still trying to rea[D]ch the fu[G]ture through the [Bm]past.
Still trying to ca[G]rve to[A]morrow from a t[D]ombst[Bm]one...

But h[G]ey, don't [D]listen to me! [G]This wasn't me[Bm]ant to be no s[G]ad so[D]ng.
[G]We've he[A]ard too [D]much of that before.
R[G]ight now I on[A]ly want to [D]be here with y[G]ou
'til the m[Bm]orning d[A]ew comes f[D]alling.
[G]And I wanna take you to the i[D]sland,
[G] Trace your fo[A]otprints in the s[D]and.
[G]And in the e[A]vening when the s[D]un goes dow[G]n
We'll ma[Bm]ke love to th[A]e sound of [D]the ocean.

[D]They're raising [Bm]banners [G]over by the m[D]arkets,
Whitewashing slogans on our shipyard walls.
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown -
No way our holy flag is gonna fall.

[G]Up here we sacrifice our [A]children
to feed the [D]worn-out [G]dreams of yes[Bm]terday,
And teach them [G]dying will [A]lead us into [D]glory.[Bm]..

But h[G]ey, don't [D]listen to me! [G]This wasn't me[Bm]ant to be no s[G]ad so[D]ng.
[G]I've   s[A]ung too [D]much of that before.
R[G]ight now I on[A]ly want to [D]be here with y[G]ou
'Til the m[Bm]orning d[A]ew comes f[D]alling.
[G]And I wanna take you to the i[D]sland,
[G]Trace your foo[A]tprints in the sa[D]nd.
[G]And in the e[A]vening when there[D]'s no one a[G]round,
We'll ma[Bm]ke love to th[A]e sound of [D]the ocean.

[D]Now I know us [Bm]plain folks [G]don't see all the s[D]tory,
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 [G]twisted wreckage down on m[A]ain street
Will bring us [D]all [G]together in th[Bm]e end
And we'll go [G]marching d[A]own the road to [D]freed[G]om
[D]Freed[Bm]om
[D]Freed[G]om