Our Kingdom

Nigh endless rolling fields of green,
Painted as a soul's savoured scene,
Framed below ever changing skies,
As confused seasons pass us by,

Songs of the land subtly sing,
Championed by a rose and robin,
A patchwork of fields and hedgerows,
Broken by a park or meadow,

Here was built a Jerusalem,
Our pleasant green covered kingdom,
Made to shine by a most shy sun,
A fight for your heart fought and won,

Ne'er alone in this land named home,
Birdsong shadows the day along,
Ours to enjoy till the day is done,
Ours again when tomorrow comes.