(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972)
Oh it's like a storm at sea,
And everything is lost
And, the fretful sailors
Calling out their woes,
As to the waves they're tossed.
Oh, they are all gentlemen,
And never will they know
If there is a reason each of them
Must go,
To join the cruel flow.
And it'll take a long long time
It'll take a long long time
It'll take a long long time,
Oh it'll take such a long long time.
There is no need for rules,
There's no one to score the game
And there is no body
Living in this town
As even knows its name.
And it'll take a long long time
It'll take a long long time
It'll take a long long time,
Long long time.
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