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