Let the chant begin at Watford Junction

that we’re off to Wembley,

there is no commemorative

souvenir pullout in the daily

paper, no rosette hanging

down from pin hole spurred

lapel and no colours,

no Liverpool red, no triumphant

blue under the shadow

of the great Bobby Moore,

England’s last great gentleman,

let the chant begin, let the scarves be waved

we’re off to Wembley,

from Watford Junction

the Twin Towers are so very close

now but the cheer you hear

at the final whistle, the moment

of encore end

is not for a captain in Blue

lifting the trophy I hold dear

but instead for a piano man

who fills the space

between grass and roof

with the songs of love

and doo-wop revival,

we’re off to Wembley,

let the hymn be sang,

let the floodgates open

and the tears of joy

wing from every seat,

the piano man is coming

and we’re off to Wembley.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016