Talking Island Lyrics - Singles - Blumenfeld Hugh

She is the sugar of the islands 

She is the coffee in the hills 

She is the harvest of the vineyard 

She is the river where it spills 

Into the canyon 

She is the ocean where it swells 

She is the flashing on the water 

She is the roaring in the shells 

That says I know you 

Though I am ancient deaf and blind 

I am a simple act of kindness 

In a world that is unkind 

And unforgiving 

Like the storm that grinds the stones 

And at night among the shadows 

Conducts the bleaching of the bones 

And sucks the morrow 

And leaves them staring from the ground 

And the feeling the feeling that you're hollow 

Is just the trumpet before it sounds 

O you Islands.... 

Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music