The Commonwealth Lives - Thaurorod

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 buck into my sails

And in spite of your lies

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 kind

A torrent of wind

No escape from this madness

The power within

Puts the wind buck into my sails

And in spite of your lies

The Commonwealth lives

A torrent of wind

No escape from this madness

The power within

Puts the wind buck into my sails

And in spite of your lies

The Commonwealth lives