| Candle in the wind 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 live
like a candle in the wind:
never fading with the sunset
when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here
among 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.
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
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