An Old English Dream - Procol Harum

They say this fair city has ten thousand souls

Some live in mansions

And some live in holes

Some eat from silver

And some eat from gold

Some sift through garbage

And sleep in the cold

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars

I saw a deep river all choked up with cars

A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream

An old English church yard and an old English dream

Once we had a country

And thought it so fair

If you look through the mirror

You can still find it there

But now our great country

Is broken and torn

And all of its promise

And liberties worn

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars

I saw a deep river all choked up with cars

A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream

An old English church yard and an old English dream

I saw a great plain in winter

All covered in snow

Ten thousand soldiers

That marched to and fro

I saw a broken down building

With ten thousand doors

But none of them open

And none of them yours

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars

I saw a deep river all choked up with cars

A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream

An old English church yard and an old English dream