THE FLOWERS OF ENGLAND
(Lyrics by Chris Flegg)

Of all the flowers of England my favourites I will tell:
The primrose and the daffodil, the poppy and bluebell,
In countryside or city park wherever you may dwell,
The primrose and the daffodil the poppy and bluebell.

Now the primrose has a colour between buttermilk and gold
And she brightens up our wayside when spring days are wet and cold
By the railway line and woodland path in clusters she will lie
To delight the weary traveller she'll try to catch your eye
For the primrose is the symbol of young love and all its joy
A reminder of sweet courting days for every girl and boy

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And the daffodil's a noble flower with tall and slender stem
As she waves her golden trumpet every new year to proclaim
By the lakeside and on village green wherever you may go
And with newborn lambs to watch her dance she'll put on a fine show
Though the daffodil's the emblem of St David and for Wales
She's in every English garden and all England loves her well

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And the bluebell finds a secret place in shady wood she lies
For her flowers are of purest blue like fallen angels eyes
And on every stem not one but many fragile blooms display
As she spreads a deep blue carpet that will take your breath away
She's the flower of eternal sleep, fertility as well
And in ancient times they feared her for her powerful magic spell

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Now the poppy is a strange flower for she may not come each year
Only when her seed has been disturbed she troubles to appear
Then in fallow field or hedgerow she will come to life in June
She will dazzle all who see her with her tall stem and fine bloom
For the poppy wears her flower with pride, a black heart set in red
As a symbol of remembrance for heroes lost and dead

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