Church bells over fields
And hope in our heavy hearts.
Don't just sit there, look outside
Leave the house far behind.
This world's a mess
We'll stumble through.
Windswept and weatherworn
So much to do.
Roads, like rivers, make their way
To England's stretches of motorway.
Roads, like rivers, make their way
To England's stretches of motorway.
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