Seven Long Years

Well the boat that I am on has gone
Left a harbour of civil vice, money and a shadow of happiness
And all I can see is wood
Sand, salt soaked wood

And my feet, they're in chains
Bolted to a lower deck with a hundred other prisoners of the same name
It's seven long years or death
Seven long years in another land

And all my thoughts, they are on you
Your crooked smile, as you waved goodbye, and my promises true;
That I'd be back in time
That I would not let our love decline...

So stay strong my darling
Stay strong for me
Cos it won't be long now my darling
I'll be home soon you'll see!