Your garden wont be blooming this year
I wont be coming to help you
I cant believe that you're so near
And yet I still haven't seen you
The street wont be the same
You are the queen of this street
You should cancel the A at the end of your name
Cos your an Angel sent down to shine on us
Everyone will miss you, even the flutterbies
I don't know how we will cope now
Watching the street as it dies
But please don't leave without saying goodbye
