In the embrace of rolling hills,
Her gentle voice weaves through the air,
A tapestry of tales and wills,
Guiding dreams with tender care.
Her words, like rivers, softly flow,
Through valleys deep and skies so wide,
In every breeze her whispers blow,
Carrying wisdom, our constant guide.
Beneath the oakâs majestic shade,
She sings of lands both near and far,
In every note, a promise made,
To light our path, our guiding star.
O English Mother, true and kind,
Your legacy in hearts shall stay,
In every soul your love we find,
A timeless bond that leads our way.