Moonfleet Bay

Alas poor John, he was a prisoner,

Fortune’s fool for many a day,

Blinded by that cursed diamond,

With his freedom, he must pay;

And so it was for faithful Elzevir,

Cast in chains for ten long years,

With never a word of blame or anger,

Just for John, t’was only tears;

Oh oh oh, only tears,

Oh oh oh...

Blow, wind blow,

And send them home again,

Set the sails for England’s way,

Many a heart is grieving for them,

Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay;

And as for Grace,

She’d still be waiting,

Waiting for her only love,

Every night a candle burning at her window,

Should he come;

Oh oh oh, should he come,

Oh oh oh...

Blow, wind blow,

And send them home again,

Set the sails for England’s way,

Many a heart is grieving for them,

Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay;

Blow, wind blow,

And send them home again,

Set the sails for England’s way,

Many a heart is grieving for them,

Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay;

Many a heart is grieving for them,

Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay!