A Place Called England The Young'uns

[Verse 1]
I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song
Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong
Couldn't find the old flood meadow or the house that I once knew
No trace of the little river or the garden where I grew

[Verse 2]
I saw town and I saw country, motorway and sink estate
Rich man in his rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate
Retail park and burger kingdom, prairie field and factory farm
Run by men who think that England's just a place to park their car

[Verse 3]
But as the train pulled from the station through the wastelands of despair
From the corner of my eye, a brightness filled the filthy air
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers, though the soil is sooty black
Marigolds and a few tomatoes right beside the railway track

[Verse 4]
Down behind the terraced houses, in between the concrete towers
Compost heaps and scarlet runners, secret gardens full of flowers
Meeta grows her scented roses right beneath the big jet's path
Bid a fortune for a garden, Eileen turns away and laughs

[Verse 5]
So rise up George and wake up Arthur, time to rouse out from your sleep
Deck the horse with sea-green ribbons, drag the old sword from the deep
Hold the line for Dave and Daniel as they tunnel through the clay
While the oak in all its glory soaks up sun for one more day