Motherland of mine Once there was a time You’re heart was wild and free
How you’ve born and bled To be given up for dead But you’ve given life to me
And, when I am still, there is a voice That emanates from your mysterious hills As if someone said: “Never forget me….”
And now, with a Boudicca Cry I will fight for your life Not for cross, nor for crown But for the love of the land
You can still be seen Draped in evergreen Behind the iron gates
Beyond the uniform Of lion and unicorn Liberty awaits
And yes, maybe I’ll fall But mountain and moor Forest and field are a part of us all They’re so much to lose There’s too much to lose There’s too much to lose
And now, with a Boudicca Cry I will fight for your life Not for cross, nor for crown But for the love of the land
Chariot carry me home And I will build new rings of stone I’ll dance from the womb Until the tomb
I’ll find me a rock From which can be wrought Like the arc of the sun A golden torc And I’ll wear it for you, I’ll wear it for you
Through, the mists of time A warrioress, courageous and proud Holds her hands out to mine And I’m trying to reach he I’m trying to reach her
And I say now, with a Boudicca Cry I will fight for your life Not for cross, nor for crown But for the love, oh the love
With a Boudicca Cry I will fight for your life Not for cross, nor for crown But for the love of the land….