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.
