歌词
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
The Commonwealth lives
The Common-, the Common-, the Commonwealth lives
From Ireland's fair hills to the highlands of Dunbar
His body lies here, but his name traveled so far
And through all this fighting he would not become king
With providence spoken he gave 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
The Commonwealth lives
The Common-, the Common-, 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, the Commonwealth lives
The Commonwealth lives, the Commonwealth lives
The Commonwealth lives