Friday night down Wembley Way,
Flags are flying, pints all raised,
From London town to Liverpool,
Every pub sings loud and full.
Kane up front and the boys in white,
Dreaming of those summer nights,
Whole world watching, hear us roar,
England marching into war.
We’ve had heartbreak, years of pain,
But we still sing in the pouring rain,
’Cause every time we wear that crest,
We believe that we’re the best.
It’s coming home again,
Hear the Three Lions sing,
From the streets to the stands,
You can feel everything.
Raise your scarves to the sky,
Let the whole world know,
England’s here tonight —
And we’re bringing football home!
Tuchel’s army, fearless hearts,
Every match a brand-new start,
Bellingham running through the fight,
Saka dancing down the right.
Old men crying, kids believe,
St George flying on the breeze,
One more win and history calls,
Hear the echo through the halls.
We’ve had heartbreak, years of pain,
Still we chant through every game,
Now the dream is burning bright,
England’s gonna own the night.
It’s coming home again,
Hear the Three Lions sing,
From the streets to the stands,
You can feel everything.
Raise your scarves to the sky,
Let the whole world know,
England’s here tonight —
And we’re bringing football home!
ENG-ER-LAND! ENG-ER-LAND!
Red and white across the land!
ENG-ER-LAND! ENG-ER-LAND!
One more step to glory!
It’s coming home again,
Can you hear the nation sing?
All together now,
Every heart in sync.
From the pubs to Berlin nights,
We’ll never walk alone,
England’s here tonight —
And football’s coming home!

