Let England Shake Songtext / Lyric

The West's asleep. Let England shake,

weighted down with silent dead.

I fear our blood won't rise again.



England's dancing days are done.

Another day, Bobby, for you to come home

& tell me indifference won.






Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.

Pack up your troubles, let's head out

to the fountain of death

& splash about, swim back and forth

& laugh out loud,



until the day is ending,

& the birds are silent in the branches,

& the insects are courting in the bushes,

& by the shores of lovely lakes

heavy stones are falling.