作词 : Brian GB Stone
作曲 : Brian GB Stone
Due west to the gates of Rome is a long, long way;
a plea from the Queen of Hearts:
‘Help us, we pray.'
The king of Spain,
from his spreading spider's web,
send an army of Conquistadors,
with Christ at its head.
Queen Helen, I must warn you:
you should fade if I fail.
Queen Helen, I must tell you:
the ship of faith might not sail.
And I feel,
and I feel,
and I feel,
you'll be long, long gone.
And I feel,
and I feel,
we are children of the setting sun.
Queen Helen, I must warn you:
you should fade if I fail.
Queen Helen, I must tell you:
the ship of faith might not sail.
Sow, sow the seeds of time;
are you sure which will grow.
Water them with your tears,
and still you do not know.