Princess Diana

Good Bye 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 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 you lived your life
like a candle in the wind:
never fading with the sunset
when the rain set in
And you 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,
from a country lost without your soul,
who'll miss the wings of your compassion
more than you'll ever know."
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 you 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.
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,
from a country lost without your soul,
who'll miss the wings of your compassion
more than you'll ever know ."
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 sun set
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.

We miss you Diana