I live and die through England
Through England
It leaves a sadness
Remedies, never were
Within my reach
I cannot go on as I am
I cannot leave
A withered vine
Reaching from the country that I love
England
You leave a taste, a bitter one
I have searched for your springs
But people, they stagnate with time
Like water, like air
To you England, I cling
Undaunted, never failing love for you
England