THE ISLAND OF THE TURTLE song lyrics/Words by Joel Sattler

The wind blew off the setting sun
The clouds were red and purple
The waves were 35 feet high
On the Island of the Turtle

A whirlpool reached into the sky
The sky reached to the water
The very air was rumbling as
The Turtle bore a daughter

The stones turned round and cried her name
The ocean roared in laughter
The wind howled like a soul in pain
The thunder followed after

The surf washed over face of stone
The tears flew up and under
The sea came steaming down the rock
As if to answer thunder

All night a false sunrise has burned
The dark was full of violence
Two mountains strike against the morn
Smoke falls up in silence

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