The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant lands
At dusk, I leave the town to tear the fences down
And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head
In the light of every dream, we're all coming home
Lazy days and summer haze
My love of this land
Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer
But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning, hmm
In the light of every dream, we're all coming home
Lazy days and summer haze
My love of this land
New towns and concrete tower blocks, inhuman as they stand
And did those fit in ancient times
Or was it just our imaginations?
In the light of every dream, we're all coming home
Lazy days and summer haze
My love of this land
