[Intro – low, reflective]
We dreamed of green while we marched through ash…
[Verse 1]
We spoke of spring in a foreign land,
Of hedgerows bright and soft green hills,
Of morning light on quiet fields,
And bells that rang beyond the mills.
We held those thoughts through smoke and fire,
Through Twosun’s fall and Smallwater’s cry,
We carried home in every step—
A place no war could touch or try.
[Pre-Chorus – march builds]
Left… right…
Fields of green in our sight…
Left… right…
Home was waiting in the light…
[Break – First Sight of England (music softens)]
There—
Through the mist… hold fast…
[Verse – fragile → breaking]
Green on the rise… there’s the line of the hills,
Just like we carried in dreams,
Soft morning light on the edge of the fields—
Just like we said it would be…
A church spire stands where the valley begins,
Smoke from a hearth in the air—
[beat]
No… that’s too thick… that’s not hearth smoke…
That’s burning—God help us—it’s there…
[Shift – rhythm slams back in]
Fields torn black where the spring should have come,
Roads cut deep under iron and flame,
Sky’s not right—no, the sky’s all wrong—
We know that fire… we know that name…
[Pre-Chorus – darker now]
Left… right…
No more dream to guide the sight…
Left… right…
This is home—and this is the fight…
[Chorus]
We came home to war—
Not spring, not peace, not quiet skies,
We came home to war—
With smoke where once the green would rise.
Stand the line—steady, boys—
Just like we have done before,
We came home to England…
And England’s come to war.
[Verse 2]
No distant shore, no foreign flame,
No strange-tongued cry across the sea,
The road we knew, the air we breathed—
Now carries something enemy.
The sky breaks open, same as before,
But now it’s over fields we know,
We marched for home to find at last—
There’s nowhere left for us to go.
[Chorus]
We came home to war—
Not spring, not peace, not quiet skies,
We came home to war—
With smoke where once the green would rise.
Stand the line—steady, boys—
Hear the drum, hear the roar,
We came home to England…
And England’s come to war.
[Bridge – slower, grounded resolve]
We dreamed of lanes and open air,
Of simple days and voices kind,
But war does not respect a place—
It follows close behind.
So if these fields must bear the weight,
If home must stand where others fell,
Then we will be what’s needed here—
And make this ground a living hell.
[Final Chorus – full force]
We came home to war—
Let the sky break, let it fall,
We came home to war—
And we will answer every call.
Stand the line—steady, boys—
This is what we’re fighting for,
We came home to England…
And England stands to war.
[Outro – quiet, resolute]
No more dreaming…
Now we defend it.
ElCeviche
