Vera Lynn: Rose of England

Rose of England

Grown in one land alone
Where proud winds have blown
There’s not a flower born of the shower
Braver than England’s own
Though gales of winter blow
Piercing hail and snow
Shining she stays bright as in days of yore
Old England’s pride still blossoms
Fresh on England’s shore

Rose of England thou shall fade not here
Proud and bright from growing year to year
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold
Shared by thy warriors who served thee of old
Rose of England breathing England’s air
Flower of chivalry beyond compare
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime
Thou shall blossom to the end of time

Rose of England breathing England’s air
Flower of liberty beyond compare
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime
Thou shall blossom to the end of time


(Ivor Novello / Christo[pher Hassall)
Vince Hill
Also recorded by: The Brass Pennies, Edgar Elmes, Ivor Emanuel, Vera Lynn
(Contributed by Bill Huntley - November 2008)