A sunny morning in Greenwich Park.
The sky is deeper than all the oceans,
The air is still, there’s no slightest motion,
And dew on the roses is like a spark.
A sunny morning is waiting still,
The freshest air is touching my face.
I’d like to dance and I’d like to embrace
This city I love and I always will.
I sit on the grass and I’m looking around
Honey-golden sunshine is still pouring on me,
And now all I want is only to be
A part of this country, so noble and so proud.
And look at the sunset, and welcome the dawn,
Starting the day in a coach of a train,
And walk in the fog, and get used to the rain,
And lie on the sun on a green quiet lawn.
…The trees are so high, and so warm is their bark,
Which has seen the hundreds of years,
And the odour of roses enriches the air…
Every morning without me, in Greenwich Park.