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.