Breme Fell at Hastings Songtext
von Show of Hands

Of our own will we took the field
Our spears like stands of pine
The battle weiry shield to shield
We vow to hold the line

Far to the north we had put to flight
An army twice this size
But marching south 3 days and night
Till we heard the Norman cries

Breme fell at hastings
And under bitter skies
Pieced by the cruelest blackest reign
The heart of England lies
The heart of England lies

In hearth and home and family
We had welcome fires to burn
But they burnt their boats behind them
No hope of safe return


Now beaten down and broken
We are driven from our homes
And the foreign tongue is spoken now within our saxon walls

Breme fell at hastings
And under bitter skies
Pieced by the cruelest blackest reign
The heart of England lies
Oh, the heart of England lies

In forest taken by the crown
We hunt our game in fear
For if we′re found they'll ride us down
And trap like common deer
The castle gates their lords hand down
The edict of the king
Now in every shire and county town
In bondage now we sing

Breme fell at hastings (breme fell at hastings)
And under bitter skies (and under bitter skies)
Pieced by the cruelest blackest reign
The heart of England lies


Breme fell at hastings (breme fell at hastings)
And under bitter skies (and under bitter skies)
Pieced by the cruelest blackest reign
The heart of England lies
Oh the heart of England lies