Where were You?

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN.......?

I remember, I remember the time when he was born.

I know exactly where I was that day.

It wasn't a 'Kennedy' moment, or the ending of a War,

But the memory is vivid, in that way.

I was coming down the hill, the sun had set, the moon was high,

And the church bells were all ringing in my ears,

And I suddenly felt HISTORY; I was living on a stage;

This was my time, this was my year of years.

For all of us were Royalists, we worshipped our youthful Queen,

And this child was her first-born, a new Prince.

And I felt a surging joy, as though everything were right,

And I haven't felt like that a great deal since!

I whispered as I walked along 'A Prince! We have a Prince!'

It was fairy-story stuff, I see that now.

It all seemed so romantic; he'd be noble, strong and tall,

And before him every humble knee would bow!

Of course, his Daddy helped a bit! The Lover of my dreams,

That gorgeous Philip, married to our Queen,

I was really quite enamoured of that handsome, regal beast.

(And, don't forget that I was seventeen!)

So, now Prince Charles is sixty, and has lost much of his bloom,

And I'm a great deal older, sad to say,

I can still relive that moment of pure joy when he was born.

'Happy Birthday!'

That is all there is to say.