Old England

Song	Old England
Artist	The Waterboys
Album	In a Special Place (the piano demos for This Is The Sea)

	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

	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