So here we are in Italy
With a sun hat and a dictionary.
The air is warmthe sky is bright
Your arms are brown you re sleeping well at night.
So why does England call?
The hedgerows and the townhalls.
After allthere ll soon be nothing left at all.
If we were born outside of place and time
To make our choicewell this would be mine.
To live and die under a sun that shines.
But something pullssomething I can t define
Tells me England callswhatever she s done wrong.
Always calls"This is where you belong."
And I m lonesome for a place I know.
Oh but Florence you tempt me (here) to stay
Amidst your hills to while my years away.
But your roots in soil liemine in paving stone.
And I hate what it s becomebut in my bones
I m lonesome for a place I know.
Why does England call?

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