Over three mountains;
Across three seas
There is an island (oh please)
On that island and through three trees (right here)
Was a group of people not fond of the sea
They wanted water inside; not out
They told of geysers that always spout
They spout they say “when we come near”
and yet they say to never be they redeem
and yet, and yet it always seems
they never get to leave (oy, vey)
they always want, but never get to say;
(chorus)
“oh let us leave, let us find
the one we will want to bind”
please let us leave they say
They never let it happen anyway
Cajon solo
The island was gloomy always
Reflecting the peoples self
I wish this story not to shelf
As it will be mine
They couldn’t build a boat
And yet, and yet, “it will not float”
And on that day
They sit and say;
(chorus)
“oh let us leave, let us find
the one we will want to bind”
please let us leave they say
They never let it happen anyway
10,20,80 years later
They only learned how to hate ‘er
By her i mean the leader there
The revolution that followed
Destroyed the island “in the mud they wollo’ed
The people, the people didn’t swim
They treaded until it all went dim
(final chorus)
And yet, and yet they never find
The ones they want to bind
oh cool poem
thanks! its a song.