The Island en 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?