Text: Flashguns. St. George.

Only mad thought an Englishman would go out in the mid-day sun, mid-day sun
But I still had time to find the games on the northern lanes
The western peers no longer here and oh...

And where have all the heartstings gone
As beautiful as the day is long, would I still have time for you
And lay me down to lie and breathe unpleasant air

Jerusalem was built in here but we have no ??? to land in here
Foreign hound don't bury me but I'll still have my cup of tea and oh...

And where have all the heartstings gone
As beautiful as the day is long, would I still have time for you

Seeing this side of which I stay
It's never sixty miles away
Seeing this side of which I stay
It's never sixty miles away

Go

For Harry, for England, and St. George, my home
This green and pleasant land
This green and pleasant land

For Harry, for England, and St. George, my home
This green and pleasant land
This green and pleasant land

For Harry, for England, and St. George, my home
This green and pleasant land
This green and pleasant land

(What can I say)