The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land 

AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down 

And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head 



In the light of every dream, we're all coming home 

Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land 



Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer 

But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning 



In the light of every dream, we're all coming home 

Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land 



New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand 

And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? 



In the light of every dream, we're all coming home 

Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land