Waiting For the Sun

Mother England lies
Where the gulf stream brings
The warm water through.
She wont have the time
But take this piece of mind:
She walked the world with you
She says the same thing to me
Again and again and again
Ive called and Ive called and she says to me
Ive called and Ive called and she says to me:
She s waiting for the sun
In the eastern arm
A face with practiced charm
Is building solemn walls.
In his ruined towns
The vultures do their rounds
And televise his calls.