Lie Back & Think of England

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