Текст песни Tell England

Tell England that I love her,
I love her windswept field,
her rusling waving harvest,
Which golden autumn yields.
I love her sunburnt furrows,
That throb with life aglow.
Her queenly grace, her fair sweet face,
Dear land, I love you so.

Tell England that I love her,
Although she already knows.
Her beauty is my only spur,
But how my love grows.

Tell England that I love her,
I tread her fields by day.Brutal Attack - Tell England - http://ru.motolyrics.com/brutal-attack/tell-england-lyrics.html
With quickened peace and eager,
Across her furrowed way.
In freedoms flaming sunshine,
The young green corn shall blow.
Joy shall spring and men shall sing,
Dear land, I love you so.

Tell England that I love her,
Those field shall be my toil.
My plough shall sweep the furrows,
An liberty�s sweet soil.
Until a golden harvest,
On Englands field shall stand.
All fair and white a flame so bright,
The glory of my land.