Like vines, up a country gate.

Restricting, convincing.

Binding movement and definition.

The gate shall swing no more.

There is no country like Britain,

With its' writhing hills and shores.

Its' winds which break you,

And currents which batter,

And rip apart you, whole.

There is no country like Britain.

Like the soul which sleeps within.

Like the currents which shape you,

Like the people which break you,

Like the hard times which make you whole.

We are all a product of our time,

Of our environment, our thoughts intertwine.

We live a set path, we share the same dream,

Of freedom once apon a time.

There is no country like Britain,

Where the saddest make their mark,

Yet together, we claim - Hark.

Like vines, up a country gate.

Like our old houses looking within.

Like cattle, like maize, like moor.

Our gate shall swing once more.