England

by The Fifth Dimension

I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found
And I'm down where I've been before
Sat and watched as she walked out the door
Can't explain why the woman's so
It's gonna rain some more
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if she's there
'Cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the Pan Am line
Though she's gone, I hope she's fine
Fly love of mine
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if she's there
So tally-ho
Jolly good show
My woman's gone to England

England

by The Beatles

Someone send a runner
Through the weather that I'm under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today.
Someone send a runner
Through the weather that I'm under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today.
You must be somewhere in London
You must be loving your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking merrily
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make corrections
Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I'm in a Los Angeles Cathedral
Minor singing airheads sing for me
You put an ocean and a river between everybody
Between everything, yourself and home
You put an ocean and a river
between everything yourself and home
You must be somewhere in London
You must be loving your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking merrily
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make corrections
Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I'm in a Los Angeles Cathedral
Minor singing airheads sing for me
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
'Cause they're desperate to entertain
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
'Cause they're desperate to entertain
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
'Cause they're desperate to entertain
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
Stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house
'Cause they're desperate to entertain

England

by Yung Joc

We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
We shipped on board the Maryanne
To find a better life
And we walked across the water
When she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in Carboneer
With nothing but our rights
And I wondered if I e'er again
Would see my London lights
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
We spend our days amid the waves
Working water, hook and twine
We'd go for weeks with blistered cheeks
Waiting for the sun to shine
But as long as the sky hold over us
We will not taste the brine
And we'll curse the cod
With the fear of God
As we haul in every line
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and to hunt the fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
Should we find Fortune's Favour
And be spared from the gale
We will live off honest labour
With our hearts as big as sails
If I should die don't bury me
Or leave me to the sea
Send my bones back to my home
Where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and to hunt the fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England