It is opening day and a brand new start The stones are being cleared around the fisherman's hut And the air bites and leaves almost invisible cuts on the skin A lighthouse retired, but a new one was hired About 20 foot tall and painted in black and white 20 million steps with a computer inside instead of him Only one road sign telling cars to slow down And a long drop in the ocean Beware of the riptide, broken glass and train lines It's a new day and this is England Next to the pub with a flag that's working flexible hours There's a mismatch of carriages soiling up over some flowers Fairy lights on a building that's supplying its power from the sea Electricity lines flow like veins through the town In between there is nothing but grass and pebbles on the ground Do not enter the wild here if you want to be found for the free View the flame of sunrise cut in half by the sky And the empty of the desert Team of birds that swerve by and then land on the wise It's a new day and this is England When it's time to escape all the heavy of this There is nothing like washing away I find this country of mine gets a bad reputation Being cold and grey From the coast to the south, the east followed round I find serenity I've never felt There's a peace and a quiet in this island of ours That can't be mirrored by anywhere else Bones protruding from stones with their wood coloured black Scattered cars in a line, steam rising out the shack One door at the front and then just glass at the back for the view And the blue is so bright You'll need shades for your eyes And a cable to pull over Take a walk and feel like everything will be fine It's a new day and this is England