Goodbye England's rose; may you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart. |
You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven, and the stars spell out your name. |
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills; your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will. |
Loveliness we've lost; these empty days without your smile. This torch we'll always carry for our nation's golden child. |
And even though we try, the truth brings us to tears; all our words cannot express the joy you brought us through the years. |
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills; your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will. |
Goodbye England's rose; may you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart. |
Goodbye England's rose, from a country lost without your soul, who'll miss the wings of your compassion more than you'll ever know. |
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills; your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will. |