A letter to Her Majesty
My love of England is my love for the earth
The womb of the world, the grave and the birth
The trees that make the forest
The lonely, ancient oak
Stand defiant to the pull of time as we come and go
It's branches my stairway to the sky and the sun
That watched me from a baby when my love first begun
Oh England you bore me, you shaped me, you taught me
There are no words with which to describe thee
My darling, my love I need you beside me
Your storms, your warmth, your thunder, your lightening
My love of Englad is my love for her shadows
That warp as the day decays towards horizon's shallows
The buildings crafted by the hands of her men
The comtemplative swing of the hands of Big Ben
Time has taught us when we move slow it moves fast
And the fire of the future turns to ash of the past
The world is in need and in isolation
We ponder existence amidst the silence
The world is in need and in isolation
All we talk about is borders but heaven is one kingdom
The world is in need of a revolution
Oh England you bore me, you shaped me, you taught me
There are no words with which to describe thee
My darling, my love I need you beside me
Your storms, your warmth, your thunder, your lightening
The womb of the world, the grave and the birth
The trees that make the forest
The lonely, ancient oak
Stand defiant to the pull of time as we come and go
It's branches my stairway to the sky and the sun
That watched me from a baby when my love first begun
Oh England you bore me, you shaped me, you taught me
There are no words with which to describe thee
My darling, my love I need you beside me
Your storms, your warmth, your thunder, your lightening
My love of Englad is my love for her shadows
That warp as the day decays towards horizon's shallows
The buildings crafted by the hands of her men
The comtemplative swing of the hands of Big Ben
Time has taught us when we move slow it moves fast
And the fire of the future turns to ash of the past
The world is in need and in isolation
We ponder existence amidst the silence
The world is in need and in isolation
All we talk about is borders but heaven is one kingdom
The world is in need of a revolution
Oh England you bore me, you shaped me, you taught me
There are no words with which to describe thee
My darling, my love I need you beside me
Your storms, your warmth, your thunder, your lightening
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Writer(s): Charles Costa
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