Englands Glory
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These are the days when we wear our pride
like banners, like religion
a certainty greater that life or death
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it’s on the streets, in the air
snatching and whipping
in cavalcades and fleets of dignity
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it’s on the faces of strangers
connecting with other strangers
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our colours blended, unified
fused in the science of red and white
our guts or glory hope
that this time, this time. . .
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In years gone by we felt the same
hanging on the edge of faith
as if prayers could make us kings
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and fresh and sweet
the taste of hope still strong
that this year, this year
it’s coming home
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 the crown for England’s glory.
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