Close the gate, and lower the blinds right now
Lock the doors, be still tonight
Please be quiet and switch off your telephones
Let the horns blow
Isle of U
The horns playing for you
The sirens singing for you
A high trumpet for you
Please sit down and cast away your fears
Let the words become the hymn
I will be the herald of your sweet love
Let the horns blow
Isle of U
The horns playing for you
The sirens singing for you
A high trumpet for you