If you're leaving please still say goodbye?
Can you give me the courtesy of saying goodbye if you are leaving?

And if you are leaving can you leave me my silver jubilee mug?
If you have to leave, can you at least leave me with my silver jubilee mug?

My old flag?
Can you also leave me with my old flag?

My dark woods?
Can you also leave my dark woods intact?

My sunrise?
Can you also leave me with the beauty of the sunrise?

And if you are leaving can you leave your number?
If you're going away, can you leave me a way to contact you?

I'll pack my case
I'll prepare to leave

And get in the cab
I'll get in the taxi and leave

And wave you goodbye
I'll say goodbye to you as I leave

I'll drive in the early hours down to the sea
I'll drive to the sea in the early morning hours

I'll stand on the beach where the storms amplify
I'll stand on the beach where the storms are stronger

All the voices that I care for
I will listen to all those voices that are dear to me

And the ghosts I hold sacred
And also the memories that I cherish

In this alignment that lasts for a day
In this brief moment where everything seems to fit together

There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway
There's nothing I can do about it anyway

What am I doing here?
Why am I here?

Waiting for you?
Am I waiting for you?

So rebuild the railways
Let's rebuild the railways

Firm up all the roads
Let's make the roads stronger

No one is leaving
No one is leaving this place

Now this is your home
This is your home now

And the horses, the foxes, the sheep, and the cows
The animals in the countryside

Bow down on their knees
Are forced to submit

To the fanfare of progress, it's always the same
To the sound of progress and development, which always follows the same pattern

We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town
We celebrate the politicians that come to visit

But their faces look tired and sad to me
But to me, they seem exhausted and unhappy

And carry the terrible things they've seen
And are burdened with the horrors they've witnessed

All lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil
All of these problems are overshadowed by the beauty of the landscape

In this Merrie Land
In this country that is both beautiful and flawed

You are my crows, my window rattlers
You are the sounds I hear every day

Perfumed valley criers
The sweet fragrance of the flowers in the valley

Oh the dark ponds of Merrie England
The murky waters of this country

The deep space echoes
The echoes in the vast expanse of space

Get on your mo
Get on your way

What did you say? Mobility (you can fly)
What did you say? Have the freedom to move (you can fly)

Get on your mobilised hooters (to the moon)
Get on your machines that allow you to travel (to the moon)

Hooters
Machines that make a sound

Mobilised Hooters
Machines that allow you to travel

(One day)
(Someday)

Get hold of those mobilised hooters
Get a hold of those machines that allow you to travel

They are half price
They are on sale

This is not rhetoric
This is not just a fancy speech

It comes from my heart
It comes from my deepest feelings

I love this country
I love my country

Daneland, I am your kin
I feel a connection with Denmark, your neighbor

You were the ones who work together
You are a people who know how to join forces and work together

Put the money in the pockets
Put the money in the hands of the people

To the few and their fortunes
Instead of just a few wealthy people

Who crowd the school benches
Who fill the classrooms

And jeer at us all 'cause they don't care about us
And look down on the rest of us because they don't care

They're graceless and you shouldn't be with them
They lack grace and you shouldn't associate with them

'Cause they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions
Because they are disconnected from reality and live in luxury mansions

And two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach
And they contribute to polluting the environment with plastic waste

So you turn to the trident
So you call upon the military power

Are we green, are we pleasant?
Are we really environmentally friendly and welcoming?

We're not either of those, Father
We're neither of those things, Father

We're a shaking wreck where nothing grows
We are a damaged and unstable place where nothing prospers

Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land
Overshadowed by the beautiful landscapes of this country that are built on an economy powered by oil

You can fly to the moon
You have the capability to accomplish great things

One day
Someday