Rhode Island - The Innocence Mission

In June, we’re washing in the water

We are walking to the sand

In the summer of a hard year

You are swinging both our hands

In Rhode Island.

Rhode Island

Now we will go gleaming into tomorrow

I am leaning, leaning into tomorrow

From Rhode Island, cradled on the waves

I don’t want to tell you sad news

I don’t want to let you down

We drive away, (we don’t know

What is going to happen now)

From Rhode Island.

Rhode Island

Now we will go gleaming into tomorrow

I am leaning, leaning into tomorrow

From Rhode Island, cradled on the waves