(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.