I want to go to England

I want to go to England and walk beside the river Thames
I want to go and see the ruins of ancient churches, and step the stride of kings
I want to ride onto the Moors on horseback where knights did make their wars
And travel cobblestone passages between ancient wooden doors.

At night I bet they’re battles rage still
When the moon is full and high
And I bet that valiantly their banners unfurl
To catch the eyes of the passerby

I want to go to Ireland, to Scotland and to Wales
Where spirits as old as memory itself
Cast coins into wishing wells
I want to step barefoot upon the places where red haired queens once proudly stood
In places that were new when Rome was old
As old as ancient ever could

Is it possible to love a place
A place you’ve never been
Or is it memory built deep within me
From another life, another when
I believe there is a part of me that remebers
A place where the sun never set
A script written in my bones, my very  being,  that wants to go home again.