The Island

Tomorrow night I will go down to the island
And look for footprints of yours in the foam
I can wait til the sea gives up her lovers
'til I find you asleep on a stone

I'll wait
Where are you?
I'll wait
I'll find you

now the summer is over
Light is dying
Earth is giving up life with a sigh
Then the grass was so green where we were lying
Cracking underfoot now, tinder dry

I'll wait
Where are you?