The Storm - Chris De Burgh

Now the time had come for Elzevir and John

To be sent from Holland’s shore

And to end their days in pain and misery

To be slaves so far from home

Oh, how sweet the salt sea air

Oh, how bright the sun

Oh, but little did they know of the storm that was to come

And the ship that would go down

Hey boys and listen well and a story I will tell

Send for the prisoners down below, down below!

Hey boys and wish 'em well and the fate that them befell

And pray that you will never see the day

You’ll fight for your life on Moonfleet Bay!

Well the storm hit hard and the waves were high

It was every man for himself

By a twist of Fate t’was on Moonfleet Bay

Where the ship would meet its end

Oh, with a roar of wind and sail

Oh, the ship was gone

Oh, in the night, they saw a light

Twas the candle Grace had shone

And her boy was coming home

Hey boys the ship is down

Every man must swim or drown

Head for the breakers on the shore, on the shore!

Hey boys for Elzevir, he put John in Fortune’s care

For no man ever was there till that day

Saved from the sea on Moonfleet Bay!

«What shall we do with the boy who’s drowning?

What shall we do with the boy who’s drowning?

What shall we do with the boy who’s drowning

Early in the morning?»

«Throw him a rope and God go with him

Throw him a rope and God go with him

Throw him a rope and God go with him, early in the morning?»

And Elzevir, he gave his life away

For John was the only man that day

Saved from the sea on Moonfleet Bay!