England

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.