England
Polly Jean Harvey
I live and die
Through England
Through England
It leaves a sadness
Remedies
Never were
Within my reach
I cannot go on as I am
Withered vine
Reaching from
The country that I love
England
You leave a taste
A bitter one
I have searched for your springs
But people, they stagnate with time
Like water, like air
To you, England, I cling
Undaunted
Never failing love for you
England