The Island - Caroline Lavelle

Tomorrow night I will go down to the island

And look for footprints of yours in the foam

I can wait til the sea gives up her lovers

'til I find you asleep on a stone

I’ll wait

Where are you?

I’ll wait

I’ll find you

Now the summer is over

Light is dying

Earth is giving up life with a sigh

Then the grass was so green where we were lying

Cracking underfoot now, tinder dry

I’ll wait

Where are you?