Of Sparks and Spires
Island immortal
Old kings asleep
Stone roots grow deep
Wind on the chalk downs aware
Wind on a high battle ground remembers
Times when the rhymes
Of the wise were told

Verdant pastoral
The ages span
This timeless land
Earth where the oak trees parade
Earth where the old sacred trees
Remind me
Years bear their fruit at a
Harvest moon

Lark hails the dawn
In the beech trees
A rare breeze
In wizened willow groves
The chalk signs
And stones line
The road to Albion
Dawn unveils a ridge-top trail
Across the downs of home

Heart elemental
Of sparks and spires
Enquires and fires
Spanning the deep gorge
With iron
Firing the fine china stone
Inspiring
Stoking the fires for an age of steam

Madrigal England
Across the sea
From this far quay
Sing me that old song of pride

Sing me those old
Working songs
To guide me
Sing me the song that will
Guide me home

Sing me old lays
Of the wheat fields
The stone wheels
And steels of Wayland's forge
The mist rise
At dawn hides
The sun is Albion
In Albion