The magic filled the air that night,
on Kentish cliffs of chalky white,
a thousand bluebirds rose in flight,
... in tribute to a Dame.
And far away in Berkeley Square,
they say they’ll put a statue where
they saw a songbird shed a tear,
... in memory of a Dame.
And sweethearts clad in Chelsea red
with midnight boots and golden thread
recalled the songs still in their head,
... with fondness for a Dame.
But as the Bluebirds fly away,
the promise of that sunny day,
makes all the heartache fade away,
… as promised by a Dame.