Island - My bubba

Written by：My Larsdotter/Gudbjörg Tómasdóttir

Will circle your Island

Till I find your bay

I'll crawl through the seaweed

To knock on your door

Walk barefeet

On the broken clam shells mile after mile

It's cold and windy at the seaside

Yet here I am

I'll go and saddle the cannons

I'll round up the seals

We'll lay down your anger

So soft and neat

Because there is only one word

And it needs to be cried

I'm sorry for letting you down

I see so many seahorses

They all say the same thing

Bow down your neck and wait

It's not too late

Sing soft and sweet

Honey drizzle if you dare

Climb around that angry bear

Charm him like a millionaire

I'll go and saddle the cannons

I'll round up the seals

We'll lay down your anger

So soft and neat

Because there is only one word

And it needs to be cried

I'm sorry

For letting you down

Island man

Take my tan

Shake me around

And drop me In your cocktail dear

I'll go and saddle the cannons

I'll round up the seals

We'll lay down your anger

So soft and neat

Because there is only one word

And it needs to be cried

I'm sorry

For letting you down