Old England

<br>A man looks up on a yellow sky<br>and the rain turns to rust in his eye<br>rumours of his health are lies<br>old england is dying<br><br>his clothes are dirty shade of blue<br>and his ancient shoes worn through<br>he steals from me and he lies to you<br>old england is dying<br><br>still he sings an empires song<br>and still he keeps his beliefs strong<br>and he sticks his flag where it all belongs<br>old england is dying<br><br>you`re asking what makes me sigh now<br>what it is makes me shudder so<br>well<br>I just FREEZE in the wind<br>and I`m numb from the pummeling of the snow<br>that falls from high in yellow skies<br>where the well loved flag of england flies<br>Where the homes are warm and the mothers sigh<br>where comedians laugh and babies cry<br>where criminals are televised politicians fraternized<br>journalists are dignified and everyone is civilised<br>and children stare with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes<br>Old England!<br><br>evening has fallen<br>the swans are singing<br>the last of Sundays bells is ringing<br>the wind in the trees is sighing<br>and old england is dying