Lyrics On This Land - Middle of the Road

God bless the daffodils
The green grass on the hills
And the trees that grow all around
God bless all the sheep
That graze before they sleep
Upon the hilly ground
Try not to make a sound
Not a sound

On this land
We defended with our lives
You understand
There could be much pleasure
So stand
Once again to keep her divine

On this land
Someday we'll lay down to die
You understand
It would be a blessing (It will be a blessing)
To know
That you died inside your proud home

God bless the daffodils
The green grass on the hills
And the trees that grow all around
God bless all the sheep
That graze before they sleep
Upon the hilly ground
Try not to make a sound
Not a sound

On this land
We defended with our lives
You understand
There could be much pleasure
So stand
Once again to keep her divine

On this land
Someday we'll lay down to die
You understand
It would be a blessing (It will be a blessing)
To know
That you died inside your proud home

On this land
On this land
On this land

On this land
We defended with our lives
You understand
There could be much pleasure (There could be much pleasure)
So stand
Once again to keep her divine

On this land
Someday we'll lay down to die
You understand
It would be a blessing (It will be a blessing)
To know
That you died inside your proud home

On this land