And it seems to me that 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 simle.
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 that 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 that 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.