Heavenly waters that kiss the white cliffs
Set like a stone in the silver and mist
Green are the hills that are hard not to miss
When I'm far, when I'm far from my home
Washed by the rivers and blessed by the sun
Shaped by the clouds that are always above
Dream of the rain that I learnt how to love
When I'm far, when I'm far from my home
Wander the moors that would give me a name
Singing along with the birds on the lakes
Words on the wind carried over the waves
When I'm far, when I'm far from my home
