Chris De Burgh

Im going to an island,
Where the sun will always shine,
Where the moon is always riding on the sea;
And when I go Ill leave behind,
These chains that hold me down,
The time has come to set my spirit free,
Ah, ah ... I will
And there beside a mountain stream,
Ill build a house of stone,
And work the wood of cedar, pine and fir,
And then Ill make a garden,
And Ill plant a field of corn,
Press my hands deep into mother earth,
Ah, ah ... I will,
Yes I will,
Oh I will,
Just to be a part of nature once again,