God bless the daffodils, the green grass on the hills,
and the trees that grow all around
God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep upon the hilly ground
Try not to make a sound, not a sound!
On this land we defended with our lives,
you understand, there could be much pleasure
So stand once again to keep her divine
On this land some day we'll lay down to die
you understand, it would be a blessing
to know that you died inside your proud home.
da capo al fine
(Coda:) |: |: On this land :| :| + Chorus