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, 

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.