THERE"LL ALWAYS BE AN ENGLAND
There"ll always be an England,
While there"s a country lane,
Wherever there"s a cottage small
Beside a field of grain.
There"ll always be an England,
While there"s a busy street,
Wherever there"s a turning wheel
A million marching feet.
Red, white and blue,
What does it mean to you?
Surely you"re proud
Shout it aloud.
Britons awake!
The Empire too,
We can depend on you,
Freedom remains
These are the chains
Nothing can break.
There"ll always be an England,
And England shall be free,
If England means as much to you
As England means to me.
"This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in a silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house
Against the envy of less happier lands
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm
This England"
