She is the sugar of the islands  She is the coffee in the hills  She is the harvest of the vineyard  She is the river where it spills  Into the canyon  She is the ocean where it swells  She is the flashing on the water  She is the roaring in the shells  That says I know you  Though I am ancient deaf and blind  I am a simple act of kindness  In a world that is unkind  And unforgiving  Like the storm that grinds the stones  And at night among the shadows  Conducts the bleaching of the bones  And sucks the morrow  And leaves them staring from the ground  And the feeling the feeling that you're hollow  Is just the trumpet before it sounds  O you Islands....  Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music