No man is an island

Yes all of them that made the world

Now they are dead and gone

And we can start our own dominion

In the great Babylon

Oh all the world is rotting now

There's new life in the turf

That some ploughman will dig up

The sod that lays his earth

And no man is an island

And no woman is the surf

But each breaks upon the other

Like they know what love is worth

And earthworms dig my fields

They lay foundations for skyscapers

They grew the vegetables that fed

A nation and we forget these helpers

For no man is an island

And no woman is the surf

That laps upon his shores at night

Like ship wrecks giving birth

And love is but a ghost ship

Roaming the seven seas

And the Captain is a pirate

Who takes gold from great ladies

And the cook is his grace

Who yet procures him meals

Upon the Captains table

Surrounded by the treasure he steals

And no man is and island

And no woman is the sea

And yet he is surrounded by

Love's inconstancy