8 acessos
Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the run.
It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern.
We'll be gone before the dawn returns.
Like voises on the wind.
Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run around.
There's nothing here to keep us in this shanty town.
None of us are caring where we're bound.
Like voices in the wind.
And come the day you'll hear them saying.
"They're throwing it all away".
Nothing more to say.
Just throw it all away.
Go and fetch the captain's log and tear the pages out.
We're on our way to nowhere now , can't bring the helm about.
None of us are left to doubt.
We won't be back again.
Send a message to the fleet , they'll search for us in vain.
We won't be there among the reaches of Spanish Main.
Tell the ones we left home not to wait.
We won't be back again.
And come the day you'll hear them saying
"they're trowing it all away".
Nothing more to say.
Just throwing it all away.
Out time is just a point along a line.
That runs forever with no end.
I never thought that we would come to find.
Ourselves upon these rocks again.
Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the run.........