John Thorpe - The Islandman

Standing on the shoreline looking out to sea
Fishing boats they're coming home and tie up on the quay
Another day is dying in the sky off to the west
The world and all its cares, they're laid to rest, 'till tomorrow
Out across the rolling deep the moon climbs to the stars
Laughter drifts across the bay from the crowded streets and bars
Dreams they fade and disappear like names drawn in the sand
On the outside looking in, I am the island man

The history of ages it's flowing in my veins
The landlord's cruel tyranny, the memory remains
Centuries of struggle, echoes from the past
Images that were made to last, forever
From the will of our forefathers at the hour of our birth
To the time that we join with them in the arms of mother earth
We circle with the seasons and the rhythms of the tide
The hidden hand of time moves on for me the island man

I've watched as emigration took the young ones from the land
And drove them to America or some such foreign strand
Down and out in London in the hands of destiny
Or the streets of New York City where reality becomes illusion
Those victims of circumstance, those prisoners of fate
Drifting on the ocean, being blown by love and hate
Searching for some promised land far from their native shore
The island man he bids farewell, for now and evermore

I'll spend my life at farming and the tilling of the fields
Or maybe as a fisherman hauling on the creels
This world's so full of sorrow where do we lay the blame
For the killing and the dying, done in the name of freedom
There's some that say I've lost my way, that I don't understand
Tied by tradition and the pull of the land
But surely as the river makes its journey to the sea
Here I'll stand, the island man, for all eternity

Written by:
John Thorpe

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