Island   ( 1972 )

 

When she can't hear you, sometimes she's gone

as night in a moment can swallow the sun

for she knows an island just out of reach

she finds in her thoughts, gets lost in her speech

 

but listen 'fore you leave her clingin' to her dreams

she'll give you an acre to work with your mind

it's all she can offer, and it's all that you'll find

 

She came to me softly, whispered and sighed

promised to take me, don't think she lied

Somewhere in the distance time has stood still

I was hopin' to go there, someday I will

 

but listen 'fore you leave me clingin' to my dreams

I'll give you an acre to work with your mind

it's all I can offer, maybe all that you'll find

white sand

       Fidyca't