In the mists of ancient time, When castles stood so tall and proud, England danced with grace and rhyme, A kingdom lost in a timeless shroud.
The echoes of a bygone age, Where knights and legends made their mark, Are now but shadows on a page, A faded memory in the dark.
The cobbled streets and tales of yore, Where once the spirit soared so high, Are now just whispers on the shore, Beneath the ever-changing sky.
Oh England, once so bold and grand, Where has your golden glory flown? The past is just a distant land, A distant dream, a heart of stone.
The crown may shine, the banners wave, Yet history's echoes softly call, For England's soul, a ghostly grave, In modern times, it seems to fall.
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In the mists of ancient time, When castles stood so tall and proud, England danced with grace and rhyme, A kingdom lost in a timeless shroud.
The echoes of a bygone age, Where knights and legends made their mark, Are now but shadows on a page, A faded memory in the dark.
The cobbled streets and tales of yore, Where once the spirit soared so high, Are now just whispers on the shore, Beneath the ever-changing sky.
Oh England, once so bold and grand, Where has your golden glory flown? The past is just a distant land, A distant dream, a heart of stone.
The crown may shine, the banners wave, Yet history's echoes softly call, For England's soul, a ghostly grave, In modern times, it seems to fall.
The echoes of a bygone age, Where knights and legends made their mark, Are now but shadows on a page, A faded memory in the dark.
The cobbled streets and tales of yore, Where once the spirit soared so high, Are now just whispers on the shore, Beneath the ever-changing sky.
Oh England, once so bold and grand, Where has your golden glory flown? The past is just a distant land, A distant dream, a heart of stone.
The crown may shine, the banners wave, Yet history's echoes softly call, For England's soul, a ghostly grave, In modern times, it seems to fall.
Writer: Csaba Lovas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid