To the Windward Isles It comes today The wind of change blows this way Blows this way In Sante Domingo and elsewhere To slaves of sugar and despair Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Silver, sugar, indigo Make even the wisest man "idiot!" Make even the wisest man "idiot!" Bring freedom to the Colonies Act on principle Equality, fraternity and Liberty Are Not just words after all But Sugar is sweet And Coffee is strong Hope goes down with the sun And The sun goes down behind Mountains of silver Valleys of sugar And shiploads of indigo Make even the wisest man "idiot!" Make even the wisest man "idiot!" So come ye ships Across the sea Let's case into the deep This shame and misery In Paris they condemn our rage Condorcet stands his ground and says: My friends if we believe in freedom Then we must unlock this cage Vive Condorcet, hear him scold them, The frigid reactionary old men Good God above it's over Enough is enough Enough, enough, enough To the Windward Isles Revolution has arrived They will only free us when They need us to fight for them Cast into the deep sea This shame and this misery Silver, sugar and indigo Make even the wisest man "idiot!" Make even the wisest man "idiot!" "Idiot!"