Let England Shake
The West's asleep.
Let England shake, weighted down with silent dead.
I fear our blood won't rise again.
Won't rise again
England's dancing days are done.
Another day, Bobby, for you to come, home
And tell me, indifference has won won won.
Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.
Pack up your troubles, and let's head out
To the fountain of death
And splash about, swim back forth
And laugh out loud,
Until the day is ending,
And the birds are silent in the branches,
And the insects are courting
And by the shores
Heavy stones are falling.
Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.
Pack up your troubles, and let's head out
To the fountain of death
And splash about, swim back forth
And laugh out loud,
Autor(es): PJ Harvey
