Indian Island, 1860 Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2009
Lyrics
Swiftly the night has come
Run as the rabbits run
Flitting our feet bare
Over shore there
Flicker of firelight
Watch from the waterside
Sounding of glad feet
Thick like heartbeats
Voice of a mother sings
Carries on fluttering
Down to the shoreline
I see a boat climb
Great sight and noise
Bird's flight in poise
Pale hands and face
White sands red laced
Hard light around
Ignites the ground
Can't run, can't hide
No sun will rise
None is the sound, none is the sound
Comes from my brother's mouth, turned to the ground
Cold is the kiss, cold is the kiss
Comes from my mother's lips
Cold is the