Hills of England

I wanna get lost in the hills of England

I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and

Lay down in the grass

And watch the hours pass

Until at last my spirit will go free

O England England old and true

So green and gray and red and blue

What's a boy supposed to do

Dearest England

When I think of you

I wanna get lost in the hills of England

I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and

Lay down in the grass

And watch the hours pass

Until at last my spirit will go free

O England England made of stone,

You are such a heavy home

O England England cold and grey

I got nothing, left to say

I wanna get lost in the hills of England

I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and

Lay down in the grass

And watch the hours pass

Until at last my spirit will go free

Stone over stone, hand over hand

Year over year, the man on the land

Lay down your wreath upon the feet

Of heavy ancient royal feet

Beneath the thrones and stones and hollow homes

The grass, and the moss, and the peat

I wanna get lost in the hills of England

I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and

Lay down in the grass

And watch the hours pass

Until at last my spirit will go free