The Island Between Your Fingers I Kleora

RPG Campaign Song *[Verse 1]* Morning paints the harbor gold, The market wakes below. White sails bloom along the quay, And every pennant blows. Paper birds escape their strings, The gulls complain above, While every boat brings something new And carries something loved. *[Chorus]* Hold the island between your fingers, See how small the harbor seems. All the roads and all the rooftops Fit inside a sailor’s dreams. Let the warm wind fill your pockets, Let the bright waves sing along. You can carry home beside you In a shell, a charm, a song. [Short bouzouki refrain with handclaps] *[Verse 2]* The dyers sell a hundred shades— Sea-green, violet, rose— But no one keeps the morning blue Or knows just where it goes. It dances underneath the oars, Then slips beyond the eye. And if no jar can hold the sea, We’ll borrow from the sky. *[Chorus]* Hold the island between your fingers, See how small the harbor seems. All the roads and all the rooftops Fit inside a sailor’s dreams. Let the warm wind fill your pockets, Let the bright waves sing along. You can carry home beside you In a shell, a charm, a song. *[Bridge – gentler, with lyra]* Someday every boat must loosen What the harbor tied so well. Not all leaving means forever, Not all partings sound a bell. If the tide should turn before you Find the proper words to say, Keep a little shore beside you— It will never drift away. *[Final Chorus – full ensemble and harmonies]* Hold the island between your fingers, Raise it laughing to the sun. There are countless seas before you, There are journeys still undone. Let the warm wind fill your pockets, Let the bright waves sing along. Wherever in the world you wander, Home will know you by your song. [Joyful bouzouki flourish, fading into waves and distant laughter]