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Say goodbye to old England’s green, it’s only here for a day

say goodbye to old England’s green beneath the rivers of grey

And the light fades quickly under black spires a-smoking

and the night falls slowly on the wild lands choking

Say goodbye to old England’s charm, the hazy wonder of spring

say goodbye to old England’s charm, the summer doves on the wing

For the city’s creeping from the blackened valleys

and the roses dying in stone-bound alleys

the sky’s on fire in crimson lightning

and the shepherds cower at the red sun rising

Say goodbye to old England’s green, it’s only here for a day

say goodbye to old England’s green, beneath the rivers of grey

Say farewell to this dying land before the last bird has flown

say farewell to this dying land, the seeds of darkness are sown

Acid rain falls softly on still waters reeking

and the stagnant mire into life is seeping

there’s someone calling crying out for pity

but their words unheeded in the screaming city