Well it's a nice bit of heritage with an electric gate You tell her: Darling, this is a happy man's estate Stop and frown now like a good dog bit your hand All these years and you still don't understand That it's too late now For English Roses / for your sunset shires / to chase the milkmaids / To play the squire / for second chances / for a change of heart You won't be needed when this whole thing falls apart It's time to go Ride by the river, blaze away across the moors You tell the bright young men: All this can be yours A weekend in the country, you can live out on the land All these years and you still don't understand That it's too late now For boyhood heroes / for your sunset shires / for tunes of glory / To play the squire / for second chances / for a change of heart You won't be needed when this whole thing falls apart It's time to go Can you feel the cold wind blow? You bought up the props for a world that never was Now there's holes in the scenery and less and less applause We are all ungrateful peasants, like a dog that bit your hand All these years and you still don't understand That it's too late now For grace and favour / for sunset shires / for your faithful servants / To play the squire / for second chances / for a change of heart We'll all die laughing when this whole thing falls apart It's too late now