I look at the tendrils of rain falling from the clouds
They remind me of you
I look at the faded bricks on a slender old house
They remind me of you
I look at the green hills tumbling over one another
They remind me of you
I look at the grey but cozy sky looming over the wet pavement
It reminds me of you
England
They all remind me of you
I hear the distinct voice of the butcher
He reminds me of you
I hear the cry of seagulls flying in the breeze
They remind me of you
I hear the chatter of the fellowship pub
It reminds me of you
I hear the breezeway door close with a twist
It reminds me of you
England
These things remind me of you
I smell the crisp scent of tea brewing to black
It reminds me of you
I smell the fish and chips waft through filton avenue
It reminds me of you
I smell the smell of the sweet shop round the corner
It reminds me of you
I smell the smell the rain leaves in the forest
It reminds me of you
England
Oh how these things remind me of you
I taste clotted cream melt with strawberry jam
This happily reminds me of you
I taste yorkshire pudding in Rosemary\'s house
It reminds me of you
I taste the taste of christmas at ebenezer
It reminds me of you
I taste the chocolate egg of easter
And it reminds me of you
England, they all remind me of you.