On days such as these
Kent is indeed
The Garden of England
The perfumes of every flower and every herb
Linger still in the soft sea breezes
And our eyes benign are seduced
By the colours of many summers
On days such as these
Kent is indeed
The Garden of England
The perfumes of every flower and every herb
Linger still in the soft sea breezes
And our eyes benign are seduced
By the colours of many summers