They say the skies of Lebanon are burning   Those mighty cedars bleedin’ in the heat   They're showing pictures on the television   Women and children dying in the street   And we're still at it in our own place   Still tryin’ to reach the future through the past   Still tryin’ to carve tomorrow from a tombstone...      But Hey! Don't listen to me! this wasn't meant to be no sad song .   We've heard too much of that before   Right now I only want to be here with you    'Till the morning dew comes falling And I wanna take you to the island    Trace your footprints in the sand    And in the evening when the sun goes down    We'll make love to the sound of the ocean      They're raising banners over by the markets    Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls    Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown    No way our holy flag is gonna’ fall    Up here we sacrifice our children    To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday    And teach them dying will lead us into glory...      But Hey! Don't listen to me! 'cos this wasn't meant to be no sad song .   I've sung too much of that before    Right now I only want to be here with you    Till the morning dew comes falling I wanna take you to the island    And trace your footprints in the sand    And in the evening when there’s no one around    We'll make love to the sound of the ocean      Now I know us plain folks don't see all the story    And I know this peace and love's just copping out    And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches    Is just what being free is all about    And how this twisted wreckage down on main street    Will bring us all together in the end    And we'll go marching down the road to freedom...    Freedom…….   Freedom