Craving Sun

I’m craving some more sunshine and I want it to last all day

Certainly at least week or more, before it goes and hides away

I’m sick of British summers, soaked again and again by rain

I want to dine al fresco daily, that I can’t is a blooming pain

What’s the point in England’s beauty, I really cannot see

Flowing fields with flowers, seen sheltering under a tree

If I can’t go out and see it, experience and catch some sun

I’d rather move to somewhere else, without my wellies on

England bloody England, what’d you do with flaming June

Picnics, fairgrounds, lovers smelling flowers in full bloom