Sophie Jamieson, Allman Brown — Fields of England

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And all this earth
At your feet
Feel it heave
Hear it speak
Of the years
That have passed
The glory its had
Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by sun and the rain
And ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees
All those kings

All those queens
How they fade
Into the dream
Standing stones
Buried blades
In the end what will remain?
Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by sun and the rain
And ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees
But I am home
On this sceptred isle of golden shores
Ooh…
Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by sun and the rain
And ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees
Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by sun and the rain
And ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees