Charlie Darwin - Tom Jones

Set the sails I feel the winds a’stirring

Towards the bright horizon set the way

Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower

Haven from the world and her decay

And who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin

Fighting for a system built to fail

Spooning water from the broken vessels

As far as I can see there is no land

Oh my God, the water’s all around us

Oh my God, it’s all around

Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin

The lords of war just profit from decay

And trade the children’s promise for the jingle

The way we trade our hard earned time for pay

Oh my God, the water’s cold and shapeless

Oh my God, it’s all around

Oh my God, life is cold and formless

Oh my God, it’s all around