In fields of green and skies of gray,
Where history and the present play,
The echoes of an ancient past,
In every cobblestone, they last.

The pubs, the parks, the endless lanes,
In every corner, joy remains,
From bustling towns to quiet moors,
England’s life forever soars.

The morning mist on London streets,
A blend of old and new it meets,
The Tower stands, a timeless guard,
While modern structures rise and shard.

And though the rain may often fall,
There’s warmth and heart within it all,
For England’s life is rich and grand,
A timeless tale in every land.