Windsor

 

Cold, gold against a blue-black sky

Windsor castle, I espy

Waving flag says the queen's at home

Left the palace, she's left the town

Fast cars, driven by stars

Dukes and Earls with their ladies in their pearls

And the curls in their hair, their clothes to match

They don't worry which train to catch

To get to Windsor

 

Down on the river the boats do wait

Till the lock-keeper opens up the gate

All at once they are busy buzzing past

Make the most of a fortnight, go fast

Half past ten, the band moves in

Playing a tune for soldier tin

Coats and their busbies blowing in the air

It is for the tourists they are there

They come to Windsor

 

Boys from Eton are intent

On being one day in the Government

Or at ease with the world in their stately homes

Saturdays they can do the town

High above, a deadening noise

Air plane up there tearing the skies

Washington to London, London and back again

They don't see much, they have to hurry up

To get to Windsor

 

Shops are selling souvenirs

Pubs are serving real english beer

And cafés open up their door

Tea for two at half past four

Call at the castle, see the queen

She's often in, more usually seen

Waving at the world from her royal car

The Duke at her side they make a lovely pair

In Windsor

 

Cold, gold against a blue-black sky

Windsor castle, I espy

Waving flag says the queen's at home

Left the palace, she's left the town

Fast cars, driven by stars

Dukes and Earls with their ladies in their pearls

And the curls in their hair, their clothes to match

They don't worry which train to catch

To get to Windsor