Hills of England

I wanna get lost in the hills of England
I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and
Lay down in the grass
And watch the hours pass
Until at last my spirit will go free

O England England old and true
So green and gray and red and blue
What's a boy supposed to do
Dearest England
When I think of you

I wanna get lost in the hills of England
I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and
Lay down in the grass
And watch the hours pass
Until at last my spirit will go free

O England England made of stone,
You are such a heavy home
O England England cold and grey
I got nothing, left to say

I wanna get lost in the hills of England
I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and
Lay down in the grass
And watch the hours pass
Until at last my spirit will go free

Stone over stone, hand over hand
Year over year, the man on the land
Lay down your wreath upon the feet
Of heavy ancient royal feet
Beneath the thrones and stones and hollow homes
The grass, and the moss, and the peat

I wanna get lost in the hills of England
I wanna go wherever she wills the wind and
Lay down in the grass
And watch the hours pass
Until at last my spirit will go free