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| I am the preacher on the island,
Seven years I've lived alone. I try and bring some comfort, To this world of sea and stone. |
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There are no trees on the island,
Nowhere to shelter or hide. Men tear rock from the quarry, Or take their chances on the tide. |
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I fell in love with the wife
Of the man who lays the fuse. When I heard the thunder from the earth, I had to choose, |
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Between falling and cold cold calling.
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They used to walk beside the water,
Voices blowing in the wind. I would watch from the distance, And I'd dream that I was him. |
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Then he found work on the mainland.
Oh how I prayed, That something would tear them apart, And force her to stay. |
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For I was falling into the cold cold calling.
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Next day they called me to the quarries,
There was something badly wrong. A man lay crushed by falling rock, His life was almost gone. |
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I knew his face in the darkness,
I didn't need to ask the name. All my prayers were answered, And i was the one to blame. |
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I closed his eyes in the dark,
She was running through the rain. She took him in her arms and begged the Lord, Give him life again. |
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Oh if I should live,
All the seven ages of mine, Seven times will never wash all the blood, From my hands. |
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I am the preacher on the island,
Oh I live on my own. I try and bring some comfort, To this world of sea and stone. |
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Like the chapels on the island,
My heart is dark and overgrown. I used to pray but now I leave, My maker well alone. |
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On the island.
On the island. |
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