In the rain and the westerly wind.
Up the Monarch's Way, oer the beacon.
Hold my head up in the face of the storm.
Cast my eyes west as I search for the masthead.
Many times have I stood here before.
As my lover's ship comes round the headland.
Gulls hang down below me like kites.
Racing down, I'll be there by the quayside.
Vocal Break
In the bowers hid well out of view,
Were the places where my love would take me.
Down below us the fathomless blue.
Peering down whilst he held me in safety.
Through the briars, they cut me so cruel.
Barefoot and bloodstained, I fight my way through.
Down the hillside, my eyes closed tight.
Running faster, sky spinning round, spinning round.
Instrumental break.
Vocal break.
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