For the islander The coastline stretches in a thin smile And the water is cold So green against the granite But you're floating out, Your feathers white upon the water Swim back to me now Come back to the places that you know And warm yourself awhile For the islander Sunlight pools upon the channel And the furrows are bare – So black against the clouds But you're diving down Between the lines and sinkers Swim back to me now Climb the winding path up to the road That leads you into town, and into the square To gaze upon the stones that they laid there And feel the iron heel pressed into your back - Back to haunt the places that you know And feel the sun awhile Then back to the cold Dive in off the rocks below the road