An Old English Dream Songtext
von Procol Harum

They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
Some live in mansions, some live in holes
Some eat from silver
And some eat from gold
Some sift through garbage, sleep in the cold
Sleep out in the cold

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
And baby in a cradle and a cat with the cream
And an old English church yard and an old English dream

Once we had a country
Thought it′s so fair
Look through the mirror
You'll still find it there
But now our great country is broken and torn
And all of its promise and liberties′ worn
All of its liberties' worn


Saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
And baby in a cradle and a cat with the cream
And 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
None of them open
None of them yours
Not one of them yours

Saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
And baby in a cradle and a cat with the cream
And an old English church yard and an old English dream

And an old English dream
And an old English dream