Moonfleet Bay (de Burgh Chris)

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!