Ellie Goulding and this song in particular make me want to move back to Britannia, marry her, and greet our children every morning with “morning, Love,” gain unintelligibly-thick British accents, grow old and round together from cheese and ale, and be buried on some sunny, treeless, rocky, green hill covered in sheep.
Ellie Goulding and this song in particular make me want to move back to Britannia, marry her, and greet our children every morning with “morning, Love,” gain unintelligibly-thick British accents, grow old and round together from cheese and ale, and be buried on some sunny, treeless, rocky, green hill covered in sheep.