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