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 nations golden child.
And even though we try,
the truth brings us to tears;
all our words cannot expresss
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 will 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.