Our Vera

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.