I woke up in an alleyway In Liverpool, the ship of fools was sinking As I rose up from the depths I stumbled down the road aways Found London in a haze of weary violence Hard to get my rest In looking for the best of her Well, I have seen the worst she's had to offer But there's nothing I'll not keep England ♪ Blood on the thorn of an English rose I gather belongings, travelling clothes Now slowly drifting out of London It could be a year It could be ten Until she begs me back again And all my miles are measured in an inch Every fear that's taken over This wide-eyed waking, rambling rover Has grown within the heart that is my home England! England! England! England rolls away