Man looks up on a yellow sky And the rain turns to rust in his eye Rumors of his health are lies Old England is dying His clothes are a dirty shade of blue And his ancient shoes worn through He steals from me and he lies to you Old England is dying Still he sings an empire song Still he keeps his navy strong And he sticks his flag where it ill belongs Old England is dying You're asking what makes me sigh now What it is makes me shudder so well I just freeze in the win