Old England’s Green Say goodbye to old England’s green, it’s only here for a day say goodbye to old England’s green beneath the rivers of grey And the light fades quickly under black spires a-smoking and the night falls slowly on the wild lands choking Say goodbye to old England’s charm, the hazy wonder of spring say goodbye to old England’s charm, the summer doves on the wing For the city’s creeping from the blackened valleys and the roses dying in stone-bound alleys the sky’s on fire in crimson lightning and the shepherds cower at the red sun rising Say goodbye to old England’s green, it’s only here for a day say goodbye to old England’s green, beneath the rivers of grey Say farewell to this dying land before the last bird has flown say farewell to this dying land, the seeds of darkness are sown Acid rain falls softly on still waters reeking and the stagnant mire into life is seeping there’s someone calling crying out for pity but their words unheeded in the screaming city