In the quiet of the English morn,
Where dew-kissed meadows brightly adorn,
The whispers of the breezes softly sing,
Of ancient tales and the joy they bring.

Beneath the grey, beloved skies,
In villages where history lies,
The cobblestone streets tell stories old,
Of courage, love, and hearts so bold.

The scent of rain on cobbled stone,
Echoes of laughter once known,
In gardens where roses bloom and fade,
Memories of a time carefully laid.

Oh, England, land of charm and grace,
Where every corner holds an embrace,
From rolling hills to bustling towns,
Your timeless beauty forever astounds.