Gentle breezes from the sea as the morning tide rolls in
Sun is rising through the clouds, another day begins
Standing on the harbour walls, strong and proud and tall
Slowly turning in the wind, the windmills watch it all

On the quayside old men talk of things they used to know
The shipyard and the railway line closed down long ago
Power station chimneys stand, waiting for a fall
Slowly turning in the wind, the windmills watch it all

Day unfolds on empty sands where once they holidayed
The bandstand's now a paddling pool where music's never played
The dockside pub is silent now, no one ever calls
Slowly turning in the wind, the windmills watch it all

Through the night the lighthouse casts a warning out to sea
Ships that used to pass this way just a fading memory
Moon reflects on mournful waves along the lonely shore
Slowly turning in the wind, the windmills watch it all

Gentle breezes from the sea, another golden dawn
Morning mist has rolled away, sun shines through the rain
Rainbow climbs into the sky above the harbour wall
Slowly turning in the wind, the windmills watch it all

Slowly turning in the wind
Slowly turning in the wind
Slowly turning in the wind