God bless the daffodils   The green grass on the hills   And the trees that grow all around      God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep   Upon the hilly ground   Try not to make a sound   Not a sound      On this land we defended with our lives   You understand   There could be much pleasure   So stand once again to keep her divine   On this land   Someday we'll lay down to die   You understand    It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)   To know that you died   Inside your proud home      God bless the daffodils   The green grass on the hills   And the trees that grow all around      God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep   Upon the hilly ground   Try not to make a sound   Not a sound      On this land we defended with our lives   You understand   There could be much pleasure   So stand once again to keep her divine   On this land   Someday we'll lay down to die   You understand   It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)   To know that you died   Inside your proud home      On this land   On this land   On this land      On this land we defended with our lives   You understand   There could be much pleasure (There could be much pleasure)   So stand once again to keep her divine   On this land   Someday we'll lay down to die   You understand    It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing)   To know that you died   Inside your proud home      On this land . . . [continue to fade]