Procol Harum - An Old English Dream

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