There'll always be an England, | while there's a
wherever there's a cottage small | beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England, | while there's a busy street,
there's a turning wheel, | a million marching feet.
Red, White and
Blue, | what does it mean to you?
Surely, you're proud, | shout it
aloud: | "Britons awake!"
The Empire too, | we can depend on you!
Freedom remains, | these are the chains, | nothing can break! |
There'll always be an England, | and England shall be free!
England means as much to you | as England means to me!