way down south in the garden of england we got a song to sing and we let it fill the air we got it made yeah in the garden of england where the sun comes up to see us everyday we feel like strangers but still we call it home we got no reason but still we feel alone but when the night comes we can roll away the stone to each his own to each his own yeah the simple life we live at home in the garden of england they got us on the run we can feel it in the air we got it made in the garden of england where we celebrate the english way of life they had an empire they give it all away their finest hour seems only yesterday they still remember when britannia ruled the waves she ruled the waves she ruled the waves yeah yeah the simple life 
['album rock', 'art rock', 'classic rock', 'classic uk pop', 'country rock', 'folk rock', 'mellow gold', 'singer-songwriter', 'soft rock']