Procol Harum - An Old English Dream

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