How sweet your taste, You calm the tempest of my soul When we sit alone. You have always been there For me in the darkest times. How sweet the smell, If thou were the last thing I could smell, I would be a happy cripple. You fill the lungs with glee, And bring tears to mine eyes. Thank you Earl for remaining, You make me more than I make thee.
Green hills that rise like waves, Blue waves that lie like fields. The sky may always be clouded, But the land is full of joys. We are you, and you are us, A land is it's men, a man his land. To Albion we say thanks, God save Albion's fair land and fairer people!
That date will forever stay - sixth of the second. That was a red letter day, The day that love beckoned. If was our first date, I'm no longer a single man, I cannot pick a favourite trait, That was the day my life began.