Lie Back & Think of England
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โฑ๏ธ 2:09 duration
๐ ID: 13806661
๐ Lyrics
Lie back and think of England
Dream Her Majesty and wait
The hearts of Oak
And the cliffs of Dover
The foggy day that follows night
The clouded hills and meadows rolling
The chimneys, mills and church bells tolling
They keep cycling down, an old country lane
So lie back and think of England
The dream of summer gone too soon
The muffled drums of imperial heartbeats
The lightly oiled voice in Old Rangoon
The splash of yellow spilled grown roses
The map of the world that we once colour pick
The lion's eyes that weeps, that never closes
Just as the sun begins to sink
So lie back and think of England
Or if not, then just think of me
Dream Her Majesty and wait
The hearts of Oak
And the cliffs of Dover
The foggy day that follows night
The clouded hills and meadows rolling
The chimneys, mills and church bells tolling
They keep cycling down, an old country lane
So lie back and think of England
The dream of summer gone too soon
The muffled drums of imperial heartbeats
The lightly oiled voice in Old Rangoon
The splash of yellow spilled grown roses
The map of the world that we once colour pick
The lion's eyes that weeps, that never closes
Just as the sun begins to sink
So lie back and think of England
Or if not, then just think of me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.25] Lie back and think of England
[00:06.32] Dream Her Majesty and wait
[00:12.43] The hearts of Oak
[00:15.81] And the cliffs of Dover
[00:20.68] The foggy day that follows night
[00:27.60] The clouded hills and meadows rolling
[00:34.59] The chimneys, mills and church bells tolling
[00:42.19] They keep cycling down, an old country lane
[00:49.13]
[00:59.32] So lie back and think of England
[01:05.84] The dream of summer gone too soon
[01:11.58] The muffled drums of imperial heartbeats
[01:19.66] The lightly oiled voice in Old Rangoon
[01:27.74] The splash of yellow spilled grown roses
[01:33.61] The map of the world that we once colour pick
[01:40.90] The lion's eyes that weeps, that never closes
[01:48.62] Just as the sun begins to sink
[01:53.78] So lie back and think of England
[02:01.25] Or if not, then just think of me
[02:05.32]
[00:06.32] Dream Her Majesty and wait
[00:12.43] The hearts of Oak
[00:15.81] And the cliffs of Dover
[00:20.68] The foggy day that follows night
[00:27.60] The clouded hills and meadows rolling
[00:34.59] The chimneys, mills and church bells tolling
[00:42.19] They keep cycling down, an old country lane
[00:49.13]
[00:59.32] So lie back and think of England
[01:05.84] The dream of summer gone too soon
[01:11.58] The muffled drums of imperial heartbeats
[01:19.66] The lightly oiled voice in Old Rangoon
[01:27.74] The splash of yellow spilled grown roses
[01:33.61] The map of the world that we once colour pick
[01:40.90] The lion's eyes that weeps, that never closes
[01:48.62] Just as the sun begins to sink
[01:53.78] So lie back and think of England
[02:01.25] Or if not, then just think of me
[02:05.32]