Islands
Alice Lyrics


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Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind to my island.
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun
- cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand
briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies
Touch my island, Touch me.
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea.
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words
- pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.




Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island, from me.

Overall Meaning

Alice's song "Islands" seems to be about the impermanence of things and how nature has a way of reclaiming what humans thought they owned. The song starts with an image of an island surrounded by the sea, with Earth, stream and tree, existing harmoniously amidst the waves that sweep the sand. However, even though there is beauty in the landscape, there is also the sense that everything is precarious and that things are slowly fading away. Alice muses over how every sunset takes something away until nothing is left but the barren fields and glades waiting for rain. Love has eroded her high weathered walls, leaving her vulnerable to the tide that she once thought she could fend off. The wind and the granite are the only things that remain constant in her landscape, and the gulls mournfully glide over her island, as if acknowledging that everything is ephemeral.


Line by Line Meaning

Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
The island is surrounded by the natural elements of earth, water, and trees.


Waves sweep the sand from my island.
The waves of the sea are constantly reshaping the island's landscape.


My sunsets fade.
The beauty of the island's sunsets is fleeting and inevitably comes to an end.


Field and glade wait only for rain
The vegetation on the island is dependent on rainfall to survive.


Grain after grain love erodes my
The continuous power of love slowly erodes away the walls protecting the island.


High weathered walls which fend off the tide
The walls on the island serve to protect it from the powerful ocean tides.


Cradle the wind to my island.
The island is a place where the wind is ever-present and embraced by its natural surroundings.


Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
The island's rocky terrain is home to seagulls that gracefully fly overhead.


Mournfully glide o'er my island.
The seagulls have a sense of sadness that surrounds them as they traverse the island.


My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale, Dissolves in the sun.
The sunrise on the island is a beautiful sight to behold, but it quickly fades away.


Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies
The island is a place where nature thrives and is home to a diverse range of creatures, including cats, mice, and owls.


Touch my island, Touch me.
The beauty and serenity of the island can be an emotionally moving experience.


Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea.
The islands that exist beneath the waves are connected in a peaceful and harmonious manner.


Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone Hungrily reach from my island.
The harbor on the island is full of life and activity, with boats coming and going on a regular basis.


Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore.
The island is a place where sailors come to rest and trade, leaving behind small mementos in the form of words or trinkets.


Equal in love, bound in circles.
The sense of equality and togetherness is palpable on the island.


Earth, stream, and tree return to the sea Waves sweep sand from my island, from me.
The natural elements that make up the island eventually give way to the power of the ocean, leaving behind grains of sand and memories of the island's beauty.




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Glenn Hall

I love the original, but this is great. Both singers are great and the arrangement and instrumentals are great. Very well done!

victor vegas

great and very modern cover of crimson classics. The mix of voices is nearly perfect

Pablo Parra

Something about this song really gives me the chills... great version!

John G. Lewis

Very nice, thank you. This was Peter Sinfield's sign off with Crimson, after three of the most remarkable years in rock.... Four albums, this was from the last, "Islands".

kw19193

And what a stunning piece of music to go out on. Sinfield was a brilliant poet/lyricist and everything that he could bring to bear in his work is evident in "Islands". Alice and Tim more than do justice to this achingly beautiful song. I, for one, hope that when KC finally call it a day this will be the last song they perform . . . "Waves sweep the sand from my island/From me . . . ." Cheers!

xylotone0110

No one has commented on this . Great version . The italian lady sings real nice ...

M21 Y

Were tears of gratitude to the beauty of this song! Thank you Alice & Tim.

Alessandro Staiti

That's pure poetry

Michael Boni

Achingly beautiful. Bravo.

alfredo frangini

Islands fa sempre accapponare la pelle, piangere e poi sorridere. Grazie Robert, Peter, Mel, Boz, Ian ... e Alice/Tim!!!

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