Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn 
It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern 
We'll be gone before the dawn returns 
Like voices onthe wind. 

Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run aground 
There's nothing here to keep us in this shanty town 
None of us are caring where we're bound 
Like voices on the wind 

And come the day you'll hear them saying 
"They're throwing it all away" 
Nothing more to say 
Just throwing it all away 

Go and fetch the captain's log and tear the pages out 
We're on our way to nowhere now, can't bring the helm about 
None of us are left in any doubt 
We won't be back again 

Send a message to the fleet, they'll search for us in vain 
We won't be there among the reaches of the Spanish Main 
Tell the ones we left home not to wait 
We won't be back again. 
(Won't be back again...) 

And come the day you'll hear them saying 
"They're throwing it all away" 
Nothing more to say 
Just throwing it all away 

Our time is just a point along a line 
That runs forever with no end 
I never thought that we would come to find 
Ourselves upon these rocks again 
Oh no... 

Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn