Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn

It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern

We'll be gone before the dawn returns

Like voices onthe wind.



Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run aground

There's nothing here to keep us in this shanty town

None of us are caring where we're bound

Like voices on the wind.



And come the day you'll hear them saying

"They're throwing it all away"

Nothing more to say

Just throwing 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 in any 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 the 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 throwing it all away"

Nothing more to say

Just throwing it all away.



Our 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 turn...

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