England - PJ Harvey

I live and die through England

Through England

It leaves a sadness

Remedies never were within my reach

I cannot go on as I am

Withered vine reaching from the country

That I love

England

You leave a taste

A bitter one

I have searched for your springs

But people, they stagnate with time

Like water, like air

To you, England, I cling

Undaunted, never failing love for you

England