Rolling hills and city blocks
church bells and canal locks.
Football chants and rugby roar
terraced house and creaking floor
Made in wood, pot and steel
spinning top and water wheel
Trees of oak and fields of gold
mossy paths and smell of mold
People young and weather cold
heads with hats and men gone bald
Pubs and clubs, straight and gay
those who hope and those who pray
This my friend is England's way.