Lonesome for a Place I Know

So here we are in Italy With a sun hat and a dictionary The air is warm, sky is bright Your arms are brown, you're sleepin' well at night So, why does England call? The hedgerows and the town halls After all, there'll soon be nothin' left at all If we were born outside of place and time To make our choice, well this would be mine To live and die under a sun that shines But something pulls, something I can't define Tells me England calls, whatever she's done wrong Always calls, this is where you belong I'm lonesome for a place I know Yes, I'm lonesome for a place I know Oh, but Florence you tempt me here to stay Amidst your hills to while my years away But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone And I hate what it's become but in my bones I'm lonesome for a place I know Yes, I'm lonesome for a place I know Why does England call? I'm lonesome for a place I know Why does England call? I'm lonesome for a place I know Yes, I'm lonesome for a place I know Why does England call? I'm lonesome for a place I know