Kaleidoscope

Beneath this green and pleasant land
There lie the souls of those who learned
In early scenes, with sword in hand
That the Kaleidoscope has turned
So many changes, arranging dreams of stranger things
'til the May dancer answers winter's call for Spring

Britannia

Her ready smile and steady hands
Were once a symbol for the proud
Now out of style and out of plans
She sits forlorn beneath our shroud
The myth exploded, eroded, leaving us to chance
We're left here hanging, tangling in the Maypole dance

Britannia, Britannia, Britannia, Britannia

Where is the spirit never to yield
Deep in the forest, out in the field
Oh, she tried
She threw down her shield and died for her country

Britannia, Britannia
New constitution, New constitution
New constitution, New constitution