The English lane twists this way, and that
Certain is the very uncertainty of where you’re at;
They go round and about and back again –
One may be driven quite insane!
And I’m sure I’ll always wonder so,
How the English know just how to go –
And, what a pity, where the’  tree is lush,
Drowned in the traffic is the song of the thrush.
But out and away from the busy sound
The peace of England wraps me around –
Here I live and breathe again –
There’s nothing more lovely than an English lane.