Joanne.
THE COVENTRY I REMEMBER
I shall remember the city I love,
Her tall dark spires gleaming gold tipped above the
Godiva possessions the ancient fair
And where the centuries meet in Broadgate square
Glittering windows of bright modern shops
And above the sky line old mossy roof tops
Peeping Tom staring at all who passed by
And the great market clock "ner" telling a lie.
I shall remember even the beauty of dawn
That shone on the wreck that November morn
Gone the old buildings the pride of the city
And the homes of the poor oh lord have pity,
Yet brave were the smiles that shone through the tears
Though night must come with horror and fears
But yet still the proud spires looked up too the sky
Godiva`s fair city could never die
I shall remember the dear friends I knew
Who gave up their lives "True Coventry blue"
And the siren's that screamed as they lay them to rest
In one long grave forever blessed.
Our Great cathedral dim and all holy
With quiet care and sanctuary for the lowly
Where even the spirits of these from ages passed
Did join in our prayers until the last.
I shall remember "ere" Christ was dead
In pain and anguish still he said
"Forgive them for they know not what they do"
And so on the day when our dreams come true
And the last "all clear"has died away
Let me remember lord that I may pray
My life shall evermore worthier be
Through those who died for Coventry .