To be with you on Isles so grand
The sun is hot, we lay on sand
Our bodies sweating from the love
We shared until we had enough
And then the simple rain bird sings
A song of joy and rest it brings
We listen to it, open and amazed
Our eyes are closed, yet still we gaze
How does this little birdie know;
our faith and curse, our heart and soul?
It’s magic all around
Between us too, which keeps us bound.
The place of old, the place so dear
With someone warm and very near
Needing the gift that you did keep
Finding your hand while you’re asleep
Could this ever be - become
With our hidings dark and strong?
Our beliefs and our stories
Brought us pain and hardly glory
Made us hard and cold and soar
Fearsome, hurt and full of roar
But the Lion’s dreams prepare
The choice to change it – if we dare
Sir Cameron
