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.

Original Lyric

                 Candle In The Wind
                          Words and Music by
                     Elton John and Bernie Taupin
                    (c) 1973 Dick James Music Ltd

            Goodbye, Norma Jean. Though I never knew you at all
     You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled
     They crawled out of the woodwork and they whispered in your brain
      They set you on a treadmill and they made you change your name
     And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind

            Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
      And I would have liked to have known you, but I was just a kid
          Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did
          Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did

         Loneliness was tough, the toughest role you ever played;
       Hollywood created a Superstar and pain was the price you paid
              Even when you died the press still hounded you;
     All the papers had to say was that Marilyn was found in the nude.

            Goodbye, Norma Jean. Though I never knew you at all
     You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled
     They crawled out of the woodwork and they whispered in your brain
      They set you on a treadmill and they made you change your name
     And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind

            Goodbye, Norma Jean. Though I never knew you at all
     You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled
     Goodbye, Norma Jean, from the young man in the twenty-second row
                Who sees you as something more than sexual,
                     more than just our Marilyn Monroe

            Goodbye, Norma Jean. Though I never knew you at all
     You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled
     They crawled out of the woodwork and they whispered in your brain
      They set you on a treadmill and they made you change your name
     And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind