Island Hymns

(ooh-ahh-eh) Wind that travels from the ancient deep

Carry secrets that our waters keep

Guiding vessels through the rolling crest

To the islands of the golden west

Sing the lineage, rise the tide (rise the tide)

With the starlight as our guide (singing,

singing) Many voices, common ground

In the rhythm we have found

Oh, the line of the horizon call Echoed down

from the ancestral hall

Many voices, common ground (common ground) In the rhythm

we have found