Oh England, land of enchantment,
today you will find that life has arrived.
One whose home is beyond your shores,
who seeks your good hospitality.
give to her your good hand and keep her,
show her the majesty of your beauty,
shelter her in the kindness of your palm,
care for her until the time of return happens upon her.
Oceans cannot deaden care for her,
for her home will call to beckon her return,
Distant land, she is not yours to claim, she must come.
It is not with you that she belongs,
no, she is only with you for a short while.
She will return.
Time, yours is the ability to keep us from each other,
Distance, yours is the strength to separate our lives,
But do not be high minded,
In the grace of Affection we are reunited in due season.