Port Erin Fair - ILYA

From the east a dust cloud rose — dark against the sky

I knew then they were after us

By noon next day we came upon a well that had run dry

I preyed then for a miracle

I thought back to the time — an island fresh and green

The sun in your hair — your face all the joy I had seen

We walked to Port Erin fair — your hand slips into mine

O why did I leave — to sail over oceans in time

So bitter now the wine

We hid inside a roofless church — waiting for to die

While birds of prey were circling

I held the ring you gave to me — so tightly in my hand

And knew one day we’d meet a again

In a dream you came to me — dried blood upon your head

You took my hand and spoke to me

There is a place I’m going to — no vale of tears you said

And one day you will join me there