Lyrics

[Verse 1] I rode out on a bright May morning, like a hero in a song Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong Couldn't find the old flood meadow, or the house that I once knew No trace of that little river, or the garden where I grew [Verse 2] I saw town and I saw country, motorway and sink estate Rich man in his rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate Retail park and burger kingdom, prairie field and factory farm Run by men who think that England's only a place to park their car [Verse 3] But as the train pulled from the station, through the wastelands of despair From the corner of my eye, a brightness filled the filthy air Someone's sown a patch of sunflowers, though the soil is sooty black Marigolds and a few tomatoes, right beside the railway track [Verse 4] Down behind the terraced houses, in between the concrete towers Compost heaps and scarlet runners, secret gardens full of flowers Meeta grows the scented roses, right beneath the big jet's path Bid a fortune for her garden, Eileen turns away and laughs [Verse 5] Rise up George, and wake up Arthur, time to rouse out from your sleep Deck the horse with sea-green ribbons, drag the old sword from the deep Hold the line for Dave and Daniel as they tunnel through the clay While the oak in all its glory soaks up sun for one more day [Verse 6] And come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth There's room for you, both root and branch, as long as you love the English earth Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive Just less room for the fat landowner, on his arse in his four-wheel drive [Verse 7] For England is not flag or empire, it is not money and it is not blood It's limestone gorge and granite fell, it's Wealden in clay and Severn mud It's blackbirds singing from the may-tree, lark ascending through the scales Robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails [Verse 8] Here's two cheers for a place called England, sore abused but not yet dead A Mr. Harding sort of England, hanging in there by a thread Here's two cheers for the crazy diggers, now their row shall come around We shall plant the seed they saved us, commonwealth and common ground [Outro] Here's two cheers for the crazy diggers, now their row is come around We shall plant the seed they saved, commonwealth and common ground