Isles of Communion

(mmmmm-ahhh) Beneath the roots of the ancient tree

They rest in soil beside the sea

The old ones sleeping in the shade

Where every path and memory

was made (huuuuum)

They returned to the land that fed them

To the dark earth that led them

Resting deep where the trade winds blow

Island souls in the undertow

No cold stone plaques to mark the years

Just volcanic rock and silent tears

They lived by tide,

they died by sun

Now land and human soul are one (yeaaah)

They returned to the land that fed them

To the dark earth that led them

Resting deep where the trade winds blow

Island souls in the undertow

(ooh-ahh-ooh) Rest

now,

under the palms (heeee-la-la-la)