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.

C h o r u s 

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.

C h o r u s

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'll ever know. 

C h o r u s

Your footsteps will always fall here, 
along England's greenest hills; 
your candle's burned out long before 
your legend ever will.