What has happened to Englands glory
When all around us tumbling down.
It is the same old story,
Yobs and fools letting us down.
If those who gave their lives for England
In past wars, If they knew.
Theyíd have a fit, to see what I see,
Such destruction by so few.
Pride and justice, where has it gone to?
Courts are full habitual ones.
They call out a number, deal with offender
But the harm, it just goes on and on.
England is so good to live here,
When we knoe there is no fear.
The green is constant, seasons changing.
No finer place on earth Iíd be.
Now that world footballís come to an end,
Thereís nothing but an empty space.
When you turn on the T.V. set
Itís soaps thatís back in itís place.
The summer is here upon us,
Without a glimpse of sun.
Weíre way past summer solstice
And the flowers in the garden look glum.
It seems to me as time goes by
Everything is speeded up.
It must be me getting older
The pace of life has caught up.
Itís no use being sad for all our cares
Must be within Godís Hands.
And having faith as we do
Is really rather grand.