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 They say the skies of  are burning
 Those mighty cedars bleedin'  the heat
 They're  pictures on the television
 Women  children dying in the street
 And we're still at it  our own place
 Still tryin' to reach  future through the past
 Still tryin' to carve tomorrow from  tombstone...
 
 
 
 But Hey! Don't listen to me! this wasn't meant to be  sad song .
 We've  too much of that before
 Right now I only want  be here with you
 'Till the morning dew  falling And I wanna take you to the island
 Trace your footprints in the 
 And in the  when the sun goes down
 We'll make love to the sound of the 
 
 
 
 They're  banners over by the markets
 Whitewashing slogans  the shipyard walls
 Witchdoctors praying for a mighty 
 No way our holy flag is  fall
  here we sacrifice our children
 To feed  worn-out dreams of yesterday
 And teach  dying will lead us into glory...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 But Hey! Don't listen  me! 'cos this wasn't meant to be no sad song .
 I've sung too  of that before
 Right now  only want to be here with you
 Till the  dew comes falling I wanna take you to the island
  trace your footprints in the sand
  in the evening when there's no one around
 We'll  love to the sound of the ocean
 
 
  I know us plain folks don't see all the story
 And I  this peace and love's just copping out
 And I  these young boys dying in the ditches
 Is just  being free is all about
 And how this twisted wreckage  on main street
 Will  us all together in the end
 And we'll go marching down the road  freedom...
 Freedom...
 Freedom