Now once upon a time in an old country <br />Far away in a place called Paris France <br />Where August ninety seven is remembered <br />Of a crash that left the world in a trance <br /> <br />Lady Di on her way home from a party <br />With her prince in his mercedez benz <br />When just passed midnight it turned into a pumpkin <br />It's the story of a fairy tale end <br /> <br />Chorus; <br />Now dance to the great britain waltz <br />Twirl around in your fine satin dress <br />But don't two step to close to the Crevice <br />Cause if you do you'll fall over the edge <br /> <br />And when you fall you fly to a wonderland <br />To an everlasting sleep among the dead <br />Where princes and frogs have no power <br />To kiss you awake from the spell <br /> <br />Verse: <br />Now in the real world of speed and super hiways <br />Where flesh colides with concrete and steel <br />And if your dancin with the devil in the fast lane <br />The joker's wild he'll sweep you off your feet <br /> <br />Now you can change the words of an old song <br />Re-arrange the words for somebody new <br />Candle in the wind they say an old flame <br />That can't hold a candle to you <br /> <br />Words and Music <br />Paul Henry Dallaire <br />Paul Henry Pub. <br />SOCAN <br />wwwjohnnycashsong.com<br /><br />Paul Henry Dallaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-britain-waltz/
