It’s been too long beneath this tree
Too long for lovers to live apart
Too long his face I yearn to see
Yet his memory lives in my heart
I grieve another day on this island in the sea.
The King of Lanka stole from me
Stole my freedom in disguise
Stole me away so I might agree
To a marriage I would despise
I fear another day on this island in the sea
I hold to the hope in my heart
Hope that he will search for me
Hope that we aren’t torn apart
By the cruel hand of destiny
I hope no other day on this island in the sea.