Mike Heron Maker Of Islands
I do my job and its pleasing to me.
I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea.
On the roughest sea I do alright.
But when my work is over and done
I get to being a lonely one,
I need someone to take the wheel at night.
And someone to navigate 'til light comes,
But most of all I need a maker of islands,
Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind
She could make me islands for my peace of mind,
If I could only see her.
Look into her eyes.
Then I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
In my soul.
