They say that skys of Lebanon are burning
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat
Thier showing pictures on the television
Women and Children dying in the street
And we're still at our own place
Still trying to reach the future thought the past
Still trying 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 just to be with you
Till the morning dew comes falling
I want to 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 our shipyard walls
Witch doctors are praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna to fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday
And to teach them that dieing will lead us into glory

But hey don't listen to me
This wasn't meant to be no sad song
I've sung too much of that before
Right now I just to be with you
Till the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
Trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when theres no one around
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

Now I know that us plain folk don't see all of the story
And I know this peace and love's is copping out
And I guess these young boys dieing in the ditches
Is what being free is all about
And how this twisted wreckage down main street
Will bring us altogather in the end
And we'll go marching down the road to freedom
Freedom
Freedom