The Great Britain Waltz Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

Now once upon a time in an old country
Far away in a place called Paris France
Where August ninety seven is remembered
Of a crash that left the world in a trance

Lady Di on her way home from a party
With her prince in his mercedez benz
When just passed midnight it turned into a pumpkin
It's the story of a fairy tale end

Chorus;
Now dance to the great britain waltz
Twirl around in your fine satin dress
But don't two step to close to the Crevice
Cause if you do you'll fall over the edge

And when you fall you fly to a wonderland
To an everlasting sleep among the dead
Where princes and frogs have no power
To kiss you awake from the spell

Verse:
Now in the real world of speed and super hiways
Where flesh colides with concrete and steel
And if your dancin with the devil in the fast lane
The joker's wild he'll sweep you off your feet

Now you can change the words of an old song
Re-arrange the words for somebody new
Candle in the wind they say an old flame
That can't hold a candle to you

Words and Music
Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.
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