I live and die
through England
I live and die
through England
It leaves 
sadness.
It leaves a taste,
a bitter one.

Remedies
never were,
remedies
not within my reach.
I cannot go on as I am.
I cannot leave.

withered vine,
a bitter one
reaching from
the nations' dirt.
England,
I have searched for your springs,
but people stagnate with time
like water or air.

Undaunted, never failing for you,
England,
is all to which I cling