Blossom leans over hedgerows white,
Daffodils flare in yellow light,
Bluebells ring in woodland air,
Primroses whisper, winter’s not there.
Snowdrops fade as tulips rise,
Meadows stretch beneath soft skies,
Lambs unsteady, bright and new,
Green returns in every hue.
A breeze moves slow through warming hills,
Mild as mercy, soft as will,
Showers fall, then rainbows bend,
Puddles hold the sky again.
Dew sits quiet on fresh-cut lawn,
Morning breath before the dawn,
Buds begin their quiet speech,
Sprout and climb where roots can reach.
Blackbird sings from chimney high,
Robin answers, standing by,
Skylark lifts above the fields,
Cuckoo calls from hidden shields.
Swallows circle coastline wide,
Bees drift in a humming tide,
Butterflies in pastel glide,
Nesting deep where hopes reside.
Allotments wake in ordered rows,
Seedlings push where sunlight goes,
Gardening hands in wellies stand,
Turning thaw to living land.
Woodland paths grow bright and long,
Chirping threads the country song,
Sunshine spills through branch and beam,
Awakening the English dream.
Oh let it rise, let it rise —
Feel the light before your eyes,
From the coast to meadow wide,
Hope is running like the tide.
Sing it loud across the land,
Every heart, every hand,
After winter, here we stand —
Spring has come to lift us high.
Lift us high.
Lift us high.
Easter bells and coastal air,
Picnic cloth on grass laid bare,
Light grows longer, shadows thin,
Renewal stirring deep within.
Fresh as faith and bright as flame,
Hope returns without a name,
From sprout to song, from earth to sky —
Spring says softly, live. Don’t pass me by.
From frost-bitten ground to blazing day,
From folded hearts to wide display,
We were waiting, we were still,
Now the fields run over every hill.
No more grey, no holding back,
Colour floods the hedgerow track,
Every breath a second chance —
This is our awakening dance.
Oh let it rise, let it rise —
Golden fire in British skies,
Through the breeze and through the rain,
Life is singing once again.
Shout it out across the land,
Every voice and every hand,
After winter, here we stand —
Spring has come to lift us high.
Lift us high.
Lift us high.