|May you ever grow
in your hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself.
Where lives were torn apart.
You called out to your country,
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven,
and the stars spell out your name.
|And lt 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.
These empty days without your smile.
This torch we´ll always carry
four our nation‘s golden child.
And even though we try,
the truth brings us to tears;
All our words can not express
The joy you brought us through the years.