Getting close to seasons end |
| I heard somebody say |
| That it might never snow again |
| In England |
Snow flakes in a new-born fist |
| Sledging on a hill |
| Are these things we'll never see |
| In England |
We'll tell our children's children why |
| We grew so tall and reached so high |
| We left our footprints in the earth |
| And punched a hole right through the sky |
We'll tell them how we changed the world |
| And how we tamed the sea |
| And seasons they will never know |
| In England |
So watch the old world melt away |
| A loss regrets could never mend |
| You never miss it till it's gone |
| So say goodbye, say goodbye |
We'll tell our children's children why |
| We grew so tall and reached so high |
| You never miss it till it's gone |
| So say goodbye, say goodbye |
| To seasons end |