In England's green and pleasant land
stands every garden dressed in flowers.
Caressed by summer breezes and
by sunshine and occasional showers.
In greenwood glade or fastness, spanned
by spreading limbs or sylvan bowers.
Flowers thrive in glory, fanned
by sunshine and occasional showers.
At sea's edge where the silver sands
and saline breeze the driftwood scours.
Two lovers walk on, hand in hand
through sunshine and occasional showers.