Their boats arrived this morning, so the look-out said
They’d given us no warning, we’d not crept from our beds
But the men have not yet landed
They are waiting for the tide
And the village waits for strangers
From a distant countryside
We are watching from our windows, nowhere to hide
We are watching from our windows, nowhere to hide
Will they land at daybreak to take us by surprise?
Or will they come at midnight, cloaked in night’s disguise?
Will they burn our crops and houses?
Will they kill our men?
Will they leave us then forever
Or will they come again?
We are watching from our windows, nowhere to hide
We are watching from our windows, nowhere to hide