England in Summer

England_simple in Summer

first kiss and her hand,
stormy sea and golden sand.
England in Summer
the smell of fragrant tea,
green meadows and salty sea.

Well, yes, England takes you
or leaves you alone,
for the Earth swallows the dew
but never the stone.

England in Summer
her face in the warm blue sea,
so very near is she.
England in Summer
and tears they vanish not,
they stay as a glitt’ring spot.

Well, yes, England

England in Summer
on the cliffs and in sunshine beams
where you can still follow your dreams.
England in Summer
last kiss and her hand,
on the ferry: the vanishing land.

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