On This Land

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

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

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

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

To know that you died

Inside your proud home

On this land