The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land    AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down    And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head       In the light of every dream, we're all coming home    Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land       Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer    But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning       In the light of every dream, we're all coming home    Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land       New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand    And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations?       In the light of every dream, we're all coming home    Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land