Man looks up on a yellow sky And the rain turns to rust in his eye Rumours of his health are lies Old england is dying
His clothes are dirty shade of blue And his ancient shoes worn through He steals from me and he lies to you Old england is dying
Still he sings an empires song And he keeps his navy strong And he sticks his flag where it ill belongs Old england is dying
You're asking what makes me sigh now What it is makes me shudder so Well I just freeze in the wind And I'm numb from the pummeling of the snow That falls from high in yellow skies Where the time stained of england flies Where the homes are warm and the mothers sigh Where comedians laugh and babies cry Where criminals are televised politicians fraternize Journalists are dignified and everyone is civilised And children stare with heroin eyes Old england!
Evening has fallen The swans are singing The last of sundays bells is ringing The wind in the trees is sighing And old england is dying
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