England - Laakso

A blonde girl from Stockholm City

found a girl looking for me

She said; Country boy, ojoj-ojojoj

You haven’t seen much I’ll show you all

She knew what was just right to know

She knew about the places to go

I fell in love, of course I didn’t dare to tell her, of course

But one day she told me; I know that you love me,

but kiss your dreams goodbye

I’ll leave this country

I’ll leave this town

But why — The shitty island? Yeah, why the shitty island?

England, look after my love

England take care of her

You stole her to your island

Don’t try anything, I’m her man

Met her again that Christmas time

Ran into her in the crowd out town

Tried but I couldn’t hide,

How I shivered when she smiled

I was fast on saying; I’ve got over you

I try to look busy, I try to stay cool

But then she put on one more of those magic smiles that knock me down

Why — The shitty island? Why the shitty island?

England, look after my love

England take care of her

You stole her to your island

Don’t try anything, I’m her man

England, look after my love

Please England take care of her

You stole her to your island

Don’t try anything, I’m her man

Where did it all go?