The Ghost of Wild Oats XI
From Sydney to Hobart Town
There's a race that's going down.
It should be mine to keep
Can't sleep.
Every race we ride,
the wind, the waves and the tide.
In hope that we might find
The fastest ride of all time.
We couldn't have known,
If the rules are broken.
We were first across the line
Not enough time.
The jury decide.
They haven't conspired.
If we'd crossed the line, in time
All mine.
From Sydney to Hobart Town
There's a race that's going down.
It should be mine to keep
Can't sleep.
I must make my peace.
This war will never cease.
The only trouble is, this ghost could live for one hundred years.
ã Copyright Jane Laws 2018
Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this song prohibited.
There's a race that's going down.
It should be mine to keep
Can't sleep.
Every race we ride,
the wind, the waves and the tide.
In hope that we might find
The fastest ride of all time.
We couldn't have known,
If the rules are broken.
We were first across the line
Not enough time.
The jury decide.
They haven't conspired.
If we'd crossed the line, in time
All mine.
From Sydney to Hobart Town
There's a race that's going down.
It should be mine to keep
Can't sleep.
I must make my peace.
This war will never cease.
The only trouble is, this ghost could live for one hundred years.
ã Copyright Jane Laws 2018
Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this song prohibited.