In England

We are a family in England cherish land,

When I look out upon the grim houses

A sense of fear entraps the confine soul

And duty force my will to pray more earnestly,

For providence we joined the search for freedom,

Together we all have some mournful tones,

Of cage birds public concern on toiling pinion,

England pride itself with its coats of arms,

Bearing the insignia of crest and fames,

See the banner flames waving in the skies.

Although heroes may fall, they are not forgotten, 

In folklore deeds written their names shall rise,

And all who dare to be brave, a crown is theirs,

Over each town their golden names will wave.

All the games of men and women our history claim

Evoke the meaning pass from parents to children,

England branches go far and reach other lands.

Our ancestry surname the winners in heraldry gain,

Their heritage lies within the walls of England.

Seeking a warmer clime upon the narrows roads.

                                                                                                                               

That runs through the highway of the town,

Darker stones stood out from a shadowy past

History that forms the memory that once had been,

The past unite with the present and the future.

Like footsteps hidden in the sands of time.

That is seen on either side of the dispenser,

Through which they descend to search the archives.

Beneath English lands and the trampled ground,

Nothing is lost and much more about history to gain

In the place where we lay our names can be found.