My love of England is my love for the Earth
The womb of the world, the grave and her birth
The trees that make the forests, the lonely ancient oaks
They're defiant to the pull of time as we come and go
Its branch is my stairway to the sky and the sun
They watched me from a baby when my love first begun
My love of England is my love of her rose
With thorny stems she is powerful over her foes
With fragile petals that bring all her grace
Her beauty, her charm, her scent, her embrace
White rose for purity and yellow for power
Red roses her heart and her blood come the hour
O' England you bore me, you shaped me, you taught me
That I'll know words with which to describe thee
My darling, my love, I need you beside me
Your storms, all your warmth, all your thunder and
Your lightening.
The earth beneath my feet
The blood and the bones of the free
My love of England is my love of her shadows
That walk as the day decays toward her rising shallows
The buildings crafted by the hands of her men
The contemplative swing of the hands of Big Ben
Time has taught us when we move slow it moves faster
The fire of the future turns to ash of the past
My love of my England is my love for my Queen
She's the water in our rivers, she's the sky above our trees
A symbol of England that I've grown to revere
A symbol of freedom to unite us against fear
An ideal to live for, but should it come the time
I know she'd give her life, that's why I'd give mine
O' England, you bore me, you shaped me, you taught me
That I'll know words with which to describe thee
My darling, my love, I need you beside me
Your storms, your warmth, all your thunder and
Your lightening
The earth beneath my feet
The blood and the bones of the free