The Isle of Misanthrope

Long ago in ancient times We learned of life from minstrels rhymes They told us tales of gods and kings And to beware when sirens sing But when we heard the clarion call The people laughed and built a wall We joyfully rehearsed the tune Like howling wolves at devil's moon We've all been taught our lines So righteous with our holy signs We were deaf to the lies We were blind and unkind and unwise And will we ever learn? All empires built will someday burn When they've lost all concern And they fail just to listen and learn No more life, no more air Like a ship of fools adrift on le mal de mare No more joy, no more hope Still we search for signs of truth as we learn to cope Lord from the Isle of Misanthrope And will we ever learn? All empires built will some day burn When they've lost all concern And they fail just to listen and learn No more light, no more air Like a ship of fools adrift on le mal de mare No more joy, no more hope Still we search for signs of truth as we learn to cope Lord from the Isle of the Misanthrope And when we crossed the bridge of sighs We bowed and said our last goodbyes Then set a course for better days Then once again we sailed away