A Country Rag Light

wife of a prince ~ mother of a king

1961 - 1997

touching life

perfectly human,
divinely shared,
through darkening pain
in the tears of love
for freedom
from a grieving sea
that lifts the lady
out of shadowed strife
and into an infinite
beacon of light
gleaming to meet
Princess Di


Our Lady of Sorrows
holds out her arms
to capture the harm
that's become you,
comrades lost
in primal wars
by sores and scars
unhealed, concealed.
Then she lays on your bed
of earthen fear
to hear and seal
the tears of your passage
and bears a protest
of love undone
to the radiant fusion
of her sun.

Goodbye England's rose;
may you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country,
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven,
and the stars spell out your name.
And it 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.
Loveliness we've lost;
these empty days without your smile.
This torch we'll always carry
for our nation's golden child.
And even though we try,
the truth brings us to tears ;
all our words cannot express
the joy you brought us through the years.
Goodbye England's rose,
from a country lost without your soul,
who'll miss the wings of your
compassion more than you'll ever know.

Lyrics and midi file: Elton John's "Candle in the Wind"


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Original material A Country Rag April, 1996. All rights reserved.