They say the skies of Lebanon are burning Those mighty cedars bleedin’ in the heat They're showing pictures on the television Women and children dying in the street And we're still at it in our own place Still tryin’ to reach the future through the past Still tryin’ to carve tomorrow from a tombstone... But Hey! Don't listen to me! this wasn't meant to be no sad song . We've heard too much of that before Right now I only want to be here with you Till the morning dew comes falling And I wanna take you to the island Trace your footprints in the sand And in the evening when the sun goes down We'll make love to the sound of the ocean They're raising banners over by the markets Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown No way our holy flag is gonna’ fall Up here we sacrifice our children To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday And teach them dying will lead us into glory... But Hey! Don't listen to me! cos this wasn't meant to be no sad song . I've sung too much of that before Right now I only want to be here with you Till the morning dew comes falling I wanna take you to the island And trace your footprints in the sand And in the evening when there’s no one around We'll make love to the sound of the ocean Now I know us plain folks don't see all the story 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 twisted wreckage down on main street Will bring us all together in the end And we'll go marching down the road to freedom... Freedom……. FreedomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
