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On these Isles - for Parker
Oh sail with me to the isles of yore,
on a maiden voyage of gentle seas,
and run with me through mire and mists,
on a lover's magical journey.
Upon these shores such memories,
are rolling like these azure tides,
come lie with me beneath the stars,
till this fervour finally subsides.
Know today that we’ve been blessed,
your surname will now carry on,
come March and many months to go,
our bonnie babe, we’ll look upon.
And many years shall come to pass
I’ll still see beauty in your eyes,
and fall again into your arms,
until the last breath in me dies.
Oh, on these isles, we love.
© 2000 Corinne Bailey