England You're Gone  (Phil Cool)

A look back into the mists of time to the age of gallantry

England You're Gone

A long time ago in the heart of the woods

The robin sang the song that the minstrel understood

Behold you England you’re gone.

From the image of the history book flows the crystal stream

Were the maiden falls asleep and of the highway man she dream

Behold you England you’re gone.

Gone, Gone, Gone

England you’re gone.

So long gone.

Mounted upon his white horse, the knight rides through the glade

The flesh of the invader, feels the cold steel of his blade

Behold you England you’re gone.

Oh come ye men of honour, come ye men of wisdom too

Dying from her mortal wounds, old England cries to you

Behold you England you’re gone.

Your battles they are over, Oh you ancient one

The candle dimly flickering that once so brightly shone

Behold you England you’re gone.

Your glory days are finished, your lion heart destroyed

Oh England how I pity you as you enter the void

Behold you England you’re gone.