1997-08-31 Paris, France / Candle in the Wind / Kerze im Wind / Vela no Vento / Vela en el Viento

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On 31 August 1997 Diana, Princess of Wales, died as a result of injuries sustained in a car crash in the Pont de l’Alma road tunnel in Paris. Her boyfriend and the driver of the Mercedes were pronounced dead at the scene; the bodyguard of Diana was the only survivor.

Although the media blamed the paparazzi that have been following the car, the investigation concluded that the paparazzi were not near the Mercedes when it crashed. Diana’s death caused a substantial outpouring of worldwide grief and her funeral was watched by an estimated 2.5 billion people.

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 candles 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
Even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you’ve brought us through the years

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 candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Goodbye England’s rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed yourself
Where lives were torn apart

Goodbye England’s rose
From the country lost
Without your soul who missed the wings of your compassion
More than you will ever know

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 candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Your footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills

Your candle burned out long before your legend ever will

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