| Song | My Love of This Land |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | Outside the Gate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coleman, Walker | |
| The sun is setting in on | |
| England's green and pleasant land | |
| AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down | |
| And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head | |
| In the light of every dream, we're all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
| Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer | |
| But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning | |
| In the light of every dream, we're all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
| New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand | |
| And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? | |
| In the light of every dream, we're all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land |
| zuo ci : Coleman, Walker | |
| The sun is setting in on | |
| England' s green and pleasant land | |
| AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down | |
| And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head | |
| In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
| Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer | |
| But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning | |
| In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
| New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand | |
| And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? | |
| In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land |
| zuò cí : Coleman, Walker | |
| The sun is setting in on | |
| England' s green and pleasant land | |
| AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down | |
| And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head | |
| In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
| Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer | |
| But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning | |
| In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land | |
| New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand | |
| And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? | |
| In the light of every dream, we' re all coming home | |
| Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land |