The Isle of Misanthrope - Dennis De Young

Long ago in ancient times

We learned of life from minstrels rhymes

They told us tales of gods and kings

And to be 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 devils 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 sur le mal de mare

No more life

No more air

Like a ship of fools adrift on le mal de mare

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…