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