[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 the 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 just 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 grown 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 her scented roses right beneath the big jet's path
Bid a fortune for a garden, Eileen turns away and laughs

[Verse 5]
So 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 English earth
Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive
Just less room for the rich landowner, he can stay in the Virgin Isles

[Verse 7]
For England is not flag or empire, it's not money, it's not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fell, it's Wealden clay and Severn mud
Blackbirds singing from the May-tree, lark ascending through the scales
Robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails

[Verse 8]
So 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 hour shall come around
We shall plant the seed they saved us, commonwealth and common ground