Far ‘cross the rich verdant meadows of Britain,
Church bells chime long of the great Jubilee.
Even Britannia raises her trident
Proudly before you in praise from the sea.
Trumpets announce you and fanfares precede you,
Children smile shyly as slowly you pass.
Rose petals spiral from window and rooftop
Downwards in reverence to drift through the grass.
You are our glorious monarch and sovereign,
Bearing our might like a shimmering crown –
Set with the sadness and joys of your birthright,
Sparkling like stars in the evening’s rich gown.
Yours is the fate of our kingdom, and ever
Must you alone bear our sorrows and joys.
Ne’er can the world know your innermost secrets,
Yours must be majesty, splendour, and poise.
So let us praise you this Jubilee season,
Long may you reign o’er our country serene.
Long may your years of resplendence continue –
You are our Lady, our Light, and our Queen.