An island is a land mass entirely surrounded by water.
Island or Islands may also refer to:
The Island, Hythe End is an inhabited island in the River Thames in England on the reach above Bell Weir Lock, a part of the Hythe End part of Wraysbury village and civil parish, Berkshire. It is connected to that side of the river and although part of Berkshire was, like the village, part of Buckinghamshire before 1974.
The Island lies alongside the course of Egham Regatta.
Coordinates: 51°26′31″N 0°32′49″W / 51.44194°N 0.54694°W / 51.44194; -0.54694
"The Island" is a 1985 song by Irish musician Paul Brady, who comes from Strabane in County Tyrone.
The song appeared on the album 'Back to the Centre', and features Kenny Craddiock on piano. The only other instrument is a guitar solo by Phil Palmer The album was produced by long time Brady collaborator Ian Maidman (later known as Jennifer Maidman).
The start of the song compares the tragic events of the Lebanese Civil War with the Troubles in Northern Ireland in the 1980s. Comments are made on activities in Northern Ireland: "They're rising banners over by the markets / Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard wall". "The Markets" is a well known Republican area surrounding St George's Market in Belfast, and the shipyard is that of Harland and Wolff in East Belfast, near a Loyalist area. The song then compares the peace and serenity of making love on the island with the hypocrisy of some religious leaders and the tragedy of young people being "sacrificed" (on both sides) for political beliefs.
You arrive, in the rising sun.
The hidden passenger, that I've been taking.
Close your eyes, let's forget again.
As you drag me down, I will take you in.
What are you waiting for?
Just surrender here tonight.
What are you waiting for,
as we go towards the light?
When everything is said and done.
To looking for answers if only one.
Turn my back, the urge has gone.
Left with no reason we come undone.
I am caught, in your slow release.
Seems like your traveller's, eager to move me.
My reflection, will slowly fade
to another time until my head escapes.
What are you waiting for?
Just surrender here tonight.
What are you waiting for,
as we go towards the light?
When everything is said and done.
To looking for answers if only one.
Turn my back, the urge has gone.