John Smith - England Rolls Away Lyrics
I woke up in an alleywayIn Liverpool the ship of fools was sinkingAs I rose up from the depthsI stumbled down the road a waysFound London in a haze of weary violenceIt is hard to get my restIn looking for the best of herWell I have seen the worst she's had to offerBut there's nothing I'll not keepEnglandBlood on the thorn of an English roseI gather belongings, travelling clothesNow slowly drifting out of London BridgeIt could be a yearIt could be tenUntil she begs me back againAnd all my miles are measured in an inchEvery fear that's taken overThis wide-eyed waking, rambling roverHas grown within the heart that is my homeEngland!In-ger-land!England rolls away.