I Was Born Free

Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
I’m in your garden, fading fast in your arms. 
The soldiers soften, the war is over. 
The air raid shelters are blooming clover. 
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes— 
My London Bridge in rain again. 

Oh! England, my Lionheart! 
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park. 
You read me Shakespeare on the rolling Thames— 
That old river poet that never, ever ends. 
Our thumping hearts hold the ravens in, 
And keep the tower from tumbling. 

Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
I don’t want to go. 

Oh! England, my Lionheart! 
Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge. 
Give me one kiss in apple-blossom. 
Give me one wish, and I’d be wassailing 
In the orchard, my English rose, 
Or with my shepherd, who’ll bring me home. 

Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
I don’t want to go.