(Tim Rice/Benny Andersson/Bjoern Ulvacus) From the musical, Chess
No man, no madness, Though their sad power may prevail, Can possess, conquer, my country's heart They rise to fail
She is eternal Long before nations' lines were drawn When no flags flew, and no armies stood My land was born
And you ask me why I love her Through wars, death and despair She is the constant We who don't care And you ask me would I leave her -- but how? I cross over borders but I'm still there now
How can I leave her? Where would I start? Let men's petty nations tear themselves apart My land's only borders lie around my heart