September dawn where it begins, Autumn chill, a long march ends
Premonition haunted night, Birds are gone, fields are quiet
The call went out, Promises were made
All absent on that day

It's not enough, it's not enough

The centre cannot hold on noble words alone
Not enough, it's not enough
The centre cannot hold on noble words alone
Still we stood

it's not enough, it's not enough
In the chaos of affray, Common Prayers swept away
Still we stood, eyes raised to the sky
Still we stood, for judgement upon high

Both sides knew the odds, instead they spoke of God, providence divine
Ironsides circled round, Orphans watched from high ground,
Saw the colours fall, one by one

It's not enough, it's not enough
Words were not enough
Faith was not enough
Hope was not enough
On that day

Recognising in distress that murder had to stop
Affrighted souls on every side, staring into Hell

Not a coward to be found, but still the colours fell
Mark their deeds, do not forget, they're never going home

Cellmate 1 : Not enough you say, Not enough you say

Not enough that day
One by one the lines collapse, columns break, falling back
New Model has the day, Crowning Glory Roundheads say

Avoid his father's fate, He did not bow that day

Loyal men were left behind, thousands marched away
Burning Islands in the West, until their dying breath
We Saved The Line, Retained The Hope

Cellmate 1 :
Unlike Father, pray the son will see the dawn again
Seeking refuge, taking flight, until it's right, To Free The Land


Free The Land, Free The Land, Free The Land

Leave the column heading West, Incognito, Refuge found
Printing press reward for capture, Judas price a thousand pounds
In ragged clothes concealed find Roman friends
In druids' sacred groves we held our breath
Welcome boughs reach to heaven, hidden from their gaze

God bless the Penderels, Without whom we'd be lost
Safely take us on to Bridport, praise be for selfless hosts
Stealthily, disguised we travelled, find a place to cross the sea
Players leave the stage unnoticed, under moonlight scenery
The ancient oak of Yelverton, our Meavy resting place
Leafy limbs, five hundred years, a testament to this
Then at dawn, 'neath Devon rain, detached they captured me

From cell to cell, questions were the same
Locating purity in pain

Through the trials I refused to tell them anything, though the gallows grimly wait for me
I'll not disclose the names of those who helped us get this far
No talk of captains, or Sussex ports or France
No Wilmots or Whitgreaves aid
I'll take it to my grave
The King will be safe
He will be safe
This testament for you and I alone
Like-minded men, who in hours will be gone

Cellmate 1 :
But giants will be slain, and hope will return
And liberty restored to England once again
Leviathan will kneel, All tyrants have to fall
And their unholy Commonwealth will not sustain, No!

Yes, giants will be slain, The King will return
And liberty restored to England once again

Though we won't see the day, and as our final words we say
Our own counsel we will keep
With each silent step we take, towards the rope
We loose the tyrant's grip

And then a day will dawn, Eyes look to the sky
With hope in our hearts, Hope will free the land
And for our part we're more, more than names on a page
More than names on a page

Cellmates Together :
The King will return, All tyrants have to fall in time,
Though we won't see the day
Hope will free the land