Letra de England
England may keep the faith,
For what's been done and said,
We know their dreams enough to know,
They dreamed and they are dead,
Too long, too long a sacrifice,
Can make a cold stone of the heart,
But when will it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part,
To name the name upon the name,
Like a mother names her babe,
When rest at last has come,
On limbs that have run wild,
What is it but nightfall,
Oh no, not night but a death,
And needless death after all.