Tabor's earliest public performances were at the Heart of England Folk Club (at the Fox and Vivian pub) in Leamington Spa in the mid 1960s. In the late 1960s an appearance at the Sidmouth Folk Festival led to folk club bookings and she contributed to various records. One of her earliest recordings was in 1972 on an anthology called Stagfolk Live. She also featured on Rosie Hardman's Firebird (1972) and The First Folk Review Record (1974). At the time she was singing purely traditional unaccompanied material but in 1976 she collaborated with Maddy Prior on the Silly Sisters album and tour, with a full band that included Nic Jones. It provided the launching pad that same year (1976) for her first album in her own right, Airs and Graces. She later joined again with Prior, this time using the name Silly Sisters for their duo. Starting in 1977 Martin Simpson joined her in the recording studio for three albums before he moved to America in 1987. (Simpson has returned from America to be a guest guitarist on albums in the 2000s.) After his departure, she started working closely with pianist Huw Warren.
In 1990, Tabor recorded an album with the folk-rock band OysterBand entitled Freedom and Rain. She went on tour with OysterBand, and the Rykodisc label published a limited-run promotional live album the following year. Many of her current fans first discovered her through this tour and album with the OysterBand. In 1992 Elvis Costello wrote "All This Useless Beauty" specifically for Tabor, and she recorded it on Angel Tiger.
Since then her solo albums have included:
A Quiet Eye (1999)
Rosa Mundi (2001)
An Echo of Hooves (2003)
At the Wood's Heart (2005)
Apples (2007)
Ashore (2011)
Ragged Kingdom is a 2011 album by June Tabor & Oysterband.
Since 2006, Tabor has also been working with Huw Warren and Iain Ballamy as Quercus.
Website: www.junetabor.co.uk
A Place Called England
June Tabor Lyrics
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Like a hero in a song
Looking for a place called England
Trying to find where I belong
Couldn't find the old flood meadow
Or the house that I once knew
No trace of the little river
I saw town and I saw country
Motorway and sink estate
Rich man in his rolling acres
Poor man still outside the gate
Retail park and burger kingdom
Prairie field and factory farm
Run by men who think that England's
Only a place to park their car
But as the train pulled from the station
Through the wastelands of despair
From the corner of my eye
A brightness filled the filthy air
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers
Though the soil is sooty black
Marigolds and a few tomatoes
Right beside the railway track
Down behind the terraced houses
In between the concrete towers
Compost heaps and scarlet runners
Secret gardens full of flowers
Rita grows her scented roses
Right beneath the big jet's path
Bid of fortune for her garden
Eileen turns away and laughs
So rise up George and wake up Arthur
Time to rouse out from your sleep
Deck the halls with sea-green ribbons
Drag the old sword from the deep
Hold the line for Dave and Daniel
As they tunnel through the clay
While the oak in all its glory
Soaks up sun for one more day
And come all you at home with freedom
Whatever the land that gave you birth
There's room for you both root and branch
As long as you love the English earth
Room for vole and room for orchid
Room for all to grow and thrive
Just less room for the fat landowner
On his arse in his four-wheel drive
For England is not flag or Empire
It is not money it is not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fell
It's Weald and clay and Severn mud
It's blackbird singing from the may-tree
Lark ascending through the scales
Robin watching from his spade
And English earth beneath your nails
So here's two cheers for a place called England
Sore abused but not yet dead
A Mr. Harding sort of England
Hanging in there by a thread
Here's two cheers for the crazy Diggers
Now their hour has come around
We shall plant the seed they saved us
Common wealth and common ground
In June Tabor's song "A Place Called England", the singer is searching for a place called England where they belong. But upon their journey, they realize that they cannot find the England they once knew. The flood meadow, the little river, and the garden where they grew are nowhere to be found. They encounter both the rich man in his rolling acres and the poor man still outside the gate. They witness the retail park and the factory farm run by men who believe that England is only a place to park their car. But amidst the wastelands of despair, the singer finds hope. They see someone has grown a patch of sunflowers, marigolds, and a few tomatoes right beside the railway track where the soil is sooty black. They discover secret gardens full of flowers down behind the terraced houses and in between the concrete towers. They meet Rita who grows scented roses beneath the big jet's path, and Eileen who turns away and laughs at the bid of fortune for her garden. The singer then calls for George, Arthur, Dave, and Daniel to rise up and wake up from their sleep, to deck the halls with sea-green ribbons, drag the old sword from the deep, and hold the line. The oak in all its glory soaks up sun for one more day. The singer states that there is room for everyone to grow and thrive, as long as they love the English earth. The blackbird singing from the may-tree, the lark ascending through the scales, the robin watching from his spade, and the English earth beneath the nails are all part of England. Tabor believes that England is not about flag or Empire or money or blood, but about limestone gorge and granite fell, Weald and clay and Severn mud. And so, "A Place Called England" celebrates the common wealth and the common ground that belongs to everyone.
Line by Line Meaning
I rode out on a bright May morning
I left on a fine spring day
Like a hero in a song
Just as a hero would set out on a daring journey
Looking for a place called England
I searched for a sense of belonging in my home country
Trying to find where I belong
I longed to feel at home and connected to my roots
Couldn't find the old flood meadow
I was unable to locate the meadow that used to flood
Or the house that I once knew
Nor the house that was once familiar to me
No trace of the little river
I could not find any signs of the small river
Or the garden where I grew
Neither the garden where I spent my childhood
I saw town and I saw country
I encountered both urban and rural areas
Motorway and sink estate
I passed by highways and rundown housing areas
Rich man in his rolling acres
I witnessed wealthy individuals owning vast expanses of land
Poor man still outside the gate
However, there were still those who could not afford the luxuries of the rich
Retail park and burger kingdom
I saw modern commercial developments such as shopping centers and fast food chains
Prairie field and factory farm
I also came across large farms used for industrial purposes
Run by men who think that England's
These places were managed by individuals who believed that England was
Only a place to park their car
Merely a location for them to leave their vehicles
But as the train pulled from the station
However, as the train departed
Through the wastelands of despair
I passed through bleak and hopeless areas
From the corner of my eye
Out of the corner of my peripheral vision
A brightness filled the filthy air
I saw a luminous glow in the midst of all the pollution
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers
A person had managed to grow a small field of sunflowers
Though the soil is sooty black
Despite the soil being polluted and dirty
Marigolds and a few tomatoes
There were marigolds and tomatoes growing there as well
Right beside the railway track
This patch of land was adjacent to the train tracks
Down behind the terraced houses
Further away, below the row of connected houses
In between the concrete towers
Amidst the imposing concrete buildings
Compost heaps and scarlet runners
I spotted gardens with compost heaps and red-colored bean plants
Secret gardens full of flowers
These gardens were hidden and full of blooming floral arrangements
Rita grows her scented roses
One person named Rita was growing fragrant roses
Right beneath the big jet's path
These roses were situated directly underneath the flight paths of large jets
Bid of fortune for her garden
It must have cost quite a bit of money to maintain her garden
Eileen turns away and laughs
Another person named Eileen mocked Rita's investment in her garden
So rise up George and wake up Arthur
The artist addresses the people of England named George and Arthur, encouraging them to wake up and take action
Time to rouse out from your sleep
It's time for them to become alert and active
Deck the halls with sea-green ribbons
The singer suggests they decorate their surroundings with turquoise ribbons
Drag the old sword from the deep
Retrieve an old and powerful symbol of their past
Hold the line for Dave and Daniel
Stand firm alongside those named Dave and Daniel
As they tunnel through the clay
As they work hard to dig through the earth
While the oak in all its glory
In the midst of all this, while witnessing the mighty oak tree standing tall
Soaks up sun for one more day
The oak soaks up the sun, living another day to its fullest potential
And come all you at home with freedom
The artist now addresses all who live in their home country and have the freedom to do so
Whatever the land that gave you birth
Regardless of which particular part of the country that you originated from
There's room for you both root and branch
There is plenty of space for everyone to grow and flourish
As long as you love the English earth
So long as you genuinely care for the natural environment of England
Room for vole and room for orchid
There is room for smaller creatures such as voles and flowers like orchids
Room for all to grow and thrive
Everyone has the potential to grow and prosper
Just less room for the fat landowner
The only ones who might have smaller spaces to work with are the wealthy landowners
On his arse in his four-wheel drive
The artist is implying that these people are lazy and rely on their luxurious vehicles to get around
For England is not flag or Empire
The singer is emphasizing that England is not solely defined by national symbols or historical conquests
It is not money it is not blood
It's also not solely defined by wealth or the blood that has been shed in battles throughout history
It's limestone gorge and granite fell
England is defined by its natural landscapes, such as canyons and hills
It's Weald and clay and Severn mud
More specifically, it's the distinct types of soils such as the Wealden clay and the mud by the Severn River
It's blackbird singing from the may-tree
England is also defined by its diverse array of animals, such as blackbirds that sing from trees in May
Lark ascending through the scales
Birds like the lark can be seen soaring to great heights while singing their harmonic melodies
Robin watching from his spade
Even smaller animals, like robins, can be found in the gardens and open fields, watching and singing alongside humans while they work in the soil
And English earth beneath your nails
Amidst all this, the English people have the unique connection to the soil of their homeland, feeling it beneath their fingernails as they work with it
So here's two cheers for a place called England
The artist finally gives a cheer for England, hoping to lift it up in spirit
Sore abused but not yet dead
Despite its hardships and trials, England still stands strong
A Mr. Harding sort of England
The singer alludes to a specific person named Mr. Harding who was the singer of a novel about England
Hanging in there by a thread
The artist is saying that England is barely hanging on by a thread, but is not completely gone yet
Here's two cheers for the crazy Diggers
The singer gives two cheers to the Diggers, a group of radical farmers from the 17th century that sought to bring about social justice and community ownership of land
Now their hour has come around
The hour has come for the ideas of the Diggers to be rekindled
We shall plant the seed they saved us
The singer says that they will sow the seeds that the Diggers saved, implying that they will help the Diggers' ideas flourish
Common wealth and common ground
The artist hopes that the Diggers' ideas will bring about a sense of shared wealth and shared ownership of the land
Contributed by Liam R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Anekantavad
The English need to hear this song today, more than ever. There's lots of good in England, and lots to be proud of.
Sheena Wellington
A fine song written by one great English singer and sung by another!
Jobriath
First time I listened through the whole thing (I didn't know about June and the comments put me off) and I loved it. The message is extremely positive. Common-wealth and common ground. If you haven't listened yet, don't be put off, and certainly check out more of this marvellous singer!
C.J. Ward
this song is brilliant
4 Eyed Animation
Wow..June Tabor is amazing...I would love to see her play here in The USA...before its too late.
Landstrider2010
Thank you for the upload, of a magnificent song, sung by a magnificent singer!!
Bekki369
One of my favorite songs she does-- and I've been a fan for a long time. Love the chance to see her singing it too....
yrtnook
Beautiful and profound. Thank you!
Hannah Horsewell
What a beautiful song
woodleybob
Very good stuff!