Kaleidoscope - Ark

Beneath this green and pleasant land

There lie the souls of those who learned

In early scenes, with sword in hand

That the Kaleidoscope has turned

So many changes, arranging dreams of stranger things

'til the May dancer answers winter’s call for Spring

Britannia

Her ready smile and steady hands

Were once a symbol for the proud

Now out of style and out of plans

She sits forlorn beneath our shroud

The myth exploded, eroded, leaving us to chance

We’re left here hanging, tangling in the Maypole dance

Britannia, Britannia, Britannia, Britannia

Where is the spirit never to yield

Deep in the forest, out in the field

Oh, she tried

She threw down her shield and died for her country

Britannia, Britannia

New constitution, New constitution

New constitution, New constitution