England Rolls Away - text
I woke up in an alleyway
In Liverpool the ship of fools was sinking
As I rose up from the depths
I stumbled down the road a ways
Found London in a haze of weary violence
It is hard to get my rest
In looking for the best of her
Well I have seen the worst she's had to offer
But there's nothing I'll not keep
In Liverpool the ship of fools was sinking
As I rose up from the depths
I stumbled down the road a ways
Found London in a haze of weary violence
It is hard to get my rest
In looking for the best of her
Well I have seen the worst she's had to offer
But there's nothing I'll not keep
England
Blood on the thorn of an English rose
I gather belongings, travelling clothes
Now slowly drifting out of London Bridge
It could be a year
It could be ten
Until she begs me back again
And all my miles are measured in an inch
I gather belongings, travelling clothes
Now slowly drifting out of London Bridge
It could be a year
It could be ten
Until she begs me back again
And all my miles are measured in an inch
Every fear that's taken over
This wide-eyed waking, rambling rover
Has grown within the heart that is my home
This wide-eyed waking, rambling rover
Has grown within the heart that is my home
England!
In-ger-land!
England rolls away.
In-ger-land!
England rolls away.
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Great Lakes
- Away We Go
- England Rolls Away
- Forever to the End
- Freezing Winds of Change
- Great Lakes
- Lungs
- Perfect Storm
- Salty and Sweet
- She is my Escape
- There is a Stone
- Town to Town
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John Smith texty
- 1. Forever to the End
- 2. Great Lakes
- 3. Lungs
- 4. Away We Go
- 5. There is a Stone
- 6. Perfect Storm
- 7. Salty and Sweet
- 8. Town to Town
- 9. She is my Escape
- 10. England Rolls Away