Lyrics Tell England - Brutal Attack

Tell England

Tell England that I love her
I love her windswept field
Her rustling warring harvest
Which golden autumn yields
I love her sun burnt furrows
That throb with life aglow
Her queenly grace her fair sweet face
Dear land, I love you so
Tell England that I love her
Although she already knows
Her beauty is my only spur
But how my love grows
Tell England that I love her
I tread her fields by day
With quickened peace and eager
Across her furrowed way
In freedoms flaming sunshine
The young green corn shall blow
Joy shall spring and men shall sing
Dear land I love you so
Tell England that I love her
Those field shall be my toll
My plough shall sweep the furrows
An liberty’s sweet soil
Until a golden harvest
On England’s field shall stand
All fair and white a flame so bright
The glory of my land