The view from Graeme in Spain
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Distant England © 2013 Hobbs/Langford
Can you hear me Mr Grimsdale, am I getting through at last?
I'm the voice of Distant England, speaking from the past
There's monuments and statues to those honoured by the Queen
Which most of us in truth have never seen
Little men and little women, just trying to get by
Not the land of milk and honey we've been fattened on a lie
this ground on which you're walking, this land that holds your roots
is owned by very ,very few should you want to hear the truth
Centuries of servitude centuries of pain
But it's not you that ever saw the gains
Can you hear me Mr Grimsdale, am I getting through at last?
I'm the voice of Distant England, speaking from the past
this country that we irrigate with blood and pounds and pence
and our hopes and dreams are trivial and of little consequence
The church kept us in our places as we served their every need
and the lord and masters worshipped at an altar of their greed
The fear of hell's damnation kept the masses all in line
and working for his lordship used to take up all our time
Can you hear me Mr Grimsdale, am I getting through at last?
I'm the voice of Distant England, speaking from the past