O My Isle

(album: Phototroph - 2022)

I'm looking out through the shoreline trees
And as always, the gold light shines
Through the bright green leaves
But something's not right

I don't hear the call
Hear the call, hear it calling me
My rapport with the land
Ain't what it used to, what it used to be

Sun kissed my face
Wind howls its embrace
And the sands dance about like willow limbs
From my shadow like a ghost left billowing

Rip from the current, rip from the current
Rip from the current, rip from the current
Rip from the current

These northern hills and these southern reeds
Can no longer pronounce my name
So I take my leave
But that's alright 'cause I hear the call
I hear it call, I hear it calling me
That promised land
Where I will raise my, I will raise my keep

Sun kissed my face
Wind howls its embrace
And the sands dance about like willow limbs
From my shadow like a ghost left billowing

O, my dear shores
Gold above, great below
Though I must go, know that I go forth with your light
Into the wild world brandishing your might

Rip from the current, rip from the current
Rip from the current, rip from the current
Rip from

Hear, my shores, this proclamation
Now I leave to you my deeds
I leave this to you
Every glorious occasion where I learned how to be free
My hallelujahs
I leave them to you
O, my isle

Rip from the current

Sun kissed my face
Wind howls embrace
Sands dance about like willow limbs
From a ghost left billowing

Sun kissed my face
Wind howls embrace
Sands dance about like willow limbs
From a ghost left billowing