Paul Young

i was in chains

I was in chains
Chained to my love
Lying sleeping
Below the silver trees
Then up comes Davey and says
You must be running boy
Now I must fly
Now I must fly
First to my darling
Down in the valley
I cried madly
Hey, I?m here at your door
She says, John, John
Now be gone from my door
You and your misery
I?ll taste no more
I was in chains
And bound for Australia
Dreaming wildly
About my life before
Of my distrust
All across the dreadful ocean
And of my true love
I?ll lay no more
And of my true love
I?ll lay no more
The future before me