It can be seen on a yellow sky And the rain turns to rust in his eyes, rumors about his health are lies old England is dying his clothes are dirty shade of blue and steals it from his old shoes of mine and he is borne to you Yet Old England is dying He sings a song And he keeps his kingdom strong and fleet, he keeps his flag when it is one sick old England is dying You're asking what I now sigh What makes me shudder as I well in the wind and freeze only the deaf frompummeling the snow falls from the sky high colored in yellow where the time of England flies where the houses are warm and the mothers sigh where comedians laugh and babies where criminals are televised politicians fraternize journalists are dignified and cry every civilized And children stare with heroin eyes Old England! Evening has fallen The swans sing the last Sunday bells ringing The wind in the trees is sighing and old England is dying
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