Will you ever
walk in England.
Will you ever,
talk in England.
Going down to Warwick
on a fine spring day.
Dancing round the may pole
the king and queens of may.
A day for all seasons
all seasons in a day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pure enchantment. Like an old tune, this one lingers in the mind. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra