Oake Island - Ancient Sky

Dreamt I was fishing by the sea

Deep down in the Carolinas

I was lying on the beach

And all my family was with me

Four generations stretched out on the sand

The tide slowly tried to take my hand

Said «boy you’ve been bad»

Looks like I’ve been had

Oake island

Took me away from my home

And Oake island

Took me away from my home

And Oake island

You are now my home