And the love that he engendered
Would never be enough
For him to feel alive
Warm and tender
He'd shut himself outside
Not a fake nor a sham
But dug in deep and fighting
The world could not embrace a man
With so much self in his writing
And he will never ever be
The greatest living Englishman
He had ideas above his station
Minor virtues go unmentioned
Little England you fit like a straightjacket
Hemmed by the genius of others
He said "to conquer the world is not to leave a trace
Remove even the shadow of the memory of your face"
A grey of no significance
Would never be enough
For him to feel alive
Warm and tender
He'd shut himself outside
Not a fake nor a sham
But dug in deep and fighting
The world could not embrace a man
With so much self in his writing
And he will never ever be
The greatest living Englishman
He had ideas above his station
Minor virtues go unmentioned
Little England you fit like a straightjacket
Hemmed by the genius of others
He said "to conquer the world is not to leave a trace
Remove even the shadow of the memory of your face"
A grey of no significance