An ancient promise softly beckons like an old forgotten song

My whole life I’ve sought escape, I’ve kept my distance

Past transgressions pull me down to the river where I'll drown

Recollect faces of those bygone days

I remember Sergio, he was from Guatemala

A bare-knuckle boxer in a yellow Monfort hat

A charmer, you’d let him watch your kids if he wasn’t on parole

Well he prayed like a saint, but he cursed like a devil

He'd greet you with a smile and a wink and a nod

But step in the ring, and he’d tear you limb from limb

Well you can lay me by the river

Throw my ashes to the wind

Back to the island, I’m going back to the island

Well, I can tell you where I’m going

But only God knows where I’ve been

And Lord knows I’m going right back to the place where it all began

And don’t forget McIntyre on the 1-2-3!

They never made a difference at all

But they went down swinging anyway

And those we left behind, well, some are dead

And some, we’d like ‘em to be

There’s a reason that I left but now it seems I can’t stay away

And don’t forget McIntyre on the 1-2-3!

They never made a difference at all

But they went down swinging anyway

And those we left behind, well, some are dead

And some, we’d like ‘em to be

There’s a reason that I left but now it seems I can’t stay away

Well you can lay me by the river

Throw my ashes to the wind

Back to the island, I’m going back to the island

Well, I can tell you where I’m going

But only God knows where I’ve been

And Lord knows I’m going right back to the place where it all began

Lord knows I’m going right back to the place where it all began

The Lord knows I’m going right back to the place where it all began