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,
from a country lost without your
soul,
who'll miss the wings of your compassion
more than
you'll ever know."
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,
from a country lost without your soul,
who'll miss the
wings of your compassion
more than you'll ever know."
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.