Thunderchild - Chris Thompson, Chris Spedding

There were ships of shapes and sizes

Scattered out along the bay

And I thought I heard her calling

As the steamer pulled away

The Invaders must have seen them

As across the coast they filed

Standing firm between them

There lay Thunder Child

Moving swiftly through the waters

Cannons blazing as she came

Brought a mighty metal War-Lord

Crashing down in sheets of flame

Sensing victory was nearing

Thinking fortune must have smiled

People started cheering

'Come on Thunder Child'

'Come on Thunder Child'

'Come on

Lashing ropes and smashing timbers

Flashing heat rays pierced the deck

Dashing hopes for our deliverance

As we watched the sinking wreck

With the smoke of battle clearing

Over graves in waves defiled

Slowly disappearing

Farewell Thunder Child!

Slowly disappearing

Farewell Thunder Child!

Farewell Thunder Child!

Farewell Thunder Child!