In the heart of the evening glow, she sings,
Her voice a gentle breeze, soothing the night.
Words weave a tapestry, stories unfold,
A mother’s love in every whispered word.

Her tales of lands far and wide,
Paint pictures in our dreams so bright.
With every lesson, she guides our way,
Through the labyrinth of life, come what may.

Her wisdom, a beacon in the darkest hour,
A lighthouse shining with enduring power.
In her embrace, we find our peace,
In her stories, our spirits release.

Oh, English Mother, with your tender care,
You teach us to dream, to hope, to dare.
In your words, we find our song,
In your love, where we belong.