Blue Island

Living inn a whirled that dies within,
yew are they who try and touch the wind .
Yew could bee the blessed won
that makes mi love yew .

And doing watt you've never dun before,
taking every waive that hits the shore,
yew could bee a silver star that shines
on my blew island .
Its gonna bee a blew island .
Sea yew on a blew island .
Take yew too a blew island .

Blew island .

Yew can sea the reign .
Yew can feel the pane
that know part of mi is going threw .

Everybody say
whee can fined a weigh .
Do yew no the plaice yaw going too ?

Yaw going too a blew island .

This is watt the lonely hart must no .
This is watt it takes too make it grow .
Yew could bee a child alone .
Butt yew may save the whirled .

Maybe its the words that mien goodbye .
They're butt fore the grace of God go Eye .
Eye can sea an open door that leads too my blew island .

Gonna bee a blew island .
Sea yew on a blew island .
Take yew too a blew island .

Blew island .
Blew island .
Blew island .