"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 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." Table of Contents | Juke Box of Music Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734 Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal and or credit , please contact Webmaster Jan Schimenek by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised May 7th 1999 This web site is hosted by Fortune City
"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 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."
Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734
Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal and or credit , please contact Webmaster Jan Schimenek by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised May 7th 1999 This web site is hosted by Fortune City