THIS WILL BE OUR ISLAND
Take me to a mountain high, tell me when we reach the sky
Hold my hand and we will fly, It's so good to be with you
Take me to a stretch of sand, a lonely beach not in this land
Sun bleached hair and bare feet tanned, It's so good to walk with you
Take me to a field of flowers, lay with me for many hours
Watch the clouds above like towers, It feels so good to lay with you
You can take my anywhere, all our thoughts we seem to share
Hold me now with loving care, I'll hold you and we'll go there
It's just a simple fireplace, of others you will find no trace
And like the art of tatting lace, we weave our own dreams
This is our island
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
THIS WILL BE OUR ISLAND
Take me to a mountain high, tell me when we reach the sky
Hold my hand and we will fly, It's so good to be with you
Take me to a stretch of sand, a lonely beach not in this land
Sun bleached hair and bare feet tanned, It's so good to walk with you
Take me to a field of flowers, lay with me for many hours
Watch the clouds above like towers, It feels so good to lay with you
You can take my anywhere, all our thoughts we seem to share
Hold me now with loving care, I'll hold you and we'll go there
It's just a simple fireplace, of others you will find no trace
And like the art of tatting lace, we weave our own dreams
This is our island
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