The tower of london
I sit in its dungeon
And simply for hearing the call

Though I cannot remember
This foolish endeavor
I vaguely recall how we blundered it all

Oliver cromwell
Lord protector
Behind his lectern

With dreams to be soured
By royalist power
We die in this tower
But that's what you get

A torrent of wind
No escape from this madness
The power within
Puts the wind back into my sails

And in spite of your lies
The commonwealth lives

From ireland's fair hills
To the highlands of dumbar
His body lies here
But his name traveled so far

And through all this fighting
He would not become king
With providence spoken
He game us free hand

And from marston moor
To the whole civil war
We all made a stand
For our glorious land

A torrent of wind
No escape from this madness
The power within
Puts the wind back into my sails

And in spite of your lies
The commonwealth lives

A torrent of sin
No escape from the madness
The power within
Puts the wind back into my sails
The commonwealth lives

And in spite of your lies
The commonwealth lives