Rose of England

Rose Of England

Grown in one land alone,

Where proud winds have blown;

There's not a flow'r

Born of the show'r

Braver than England's own.

Though gales of winter blow

Piercing hail and snow,

Shining she stays,

Bright as in days of yore,

Old England's pride still blossoms

fresh on England's shore.

REFRAIN:

Rose Of England, thou shalt fade not here,

Proud and bright from rolling year to year.

Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold

Shed by thy warriors who served thee of old.

Rose Of England, breathing England's air,

Flower of Chivalry beyond compare;

While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime,

Thou shalt blossom to the end of Time.

Music by Ivor Novello from "Crest of the Wave"

Words by Christopher Hassall