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Our England
My England is red brick houses
on terraced streets
its football fields
council flats
chiniese chippies
and pizza shops
this is my England
parks and lakes
hills and trees
summer highs of 12 degrees
this is our England
England is ours
each and every one of us
whether you are Muslim atheist Christian or Jew
this great land belongs to you
black white
one of a million different shades of brown
you own the schools the streets the towns
This is a land where greatness grows
a collaboration of differences
living as one
under England's sovereign laws
this is my England
My England may be less than perfect
our rich and colourful history
is in parts, i'm sure quite chequered
with more troubles bound upon the way
we together make this England
we who stand here today
not divided by politics colour class or gender
for division has its own agenda
together we can mend our country
and honour our less than perfect past
Our summers may last a fortnight
it may rain more days than not
our heroes who now fall from favour
we the people have not forgot
the bells of empire they ring no more
still our mighty lion roars
Sure we feel the lure of foreign lands
of sun drenched beaches with golden sands
but the English rose knows wind and snow
and in English soil she grows
this place is home
this little land
this place is ours
our England
By Danny Carr
on terraced streets
its football fields
council flats
chiniese chippies
and pizza shops
this is my England
parks and lakes
hills and trees
summer highs of 12 degrees
this is our England
England is ours
each and every one of us
whether you are Muslim atheist Christian or Jew
this great land belongs to you
black white
one of a million different shades of brown
you own the schools the streets the towns
This is a land where greatness grows
a collaboration of differences
living as one
under England's sovereign laws
this is my England
My England may be less than perfect
our rich and colourful history
is in parts, i'm sure quite chequered
with more troubles bound upon the way
we together make this England
we who stand here today
not divided by politics colour class or gender
for division has its own agenda
together we can mend our country
and honour our less than perfect past
Our summers may last a fortnight
it may rain more days than not
our heroes who now fall from favour
we the people have not forgot
the bells of empire they ring no more
still our mighty lion roars
Sure we feel the lure of foreign lands
of sun drenched beaches with golden sands
but the English rose knows wind and snow
and in English soil she grows
this place is home
this little land
this place is ours
our England
By Danny Carr
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