This is a song written by Anchor Mejans who asked if I would do an a capella of it. I was happy, nay honored, to do so.
Link to original

Lyric:

Where is the land we dreamed of?
Where too now, the hopes we bore?
Are we but the “Last of England”
Heading for a distant shore?

I knew you once as Titania
Then again as Fanny Price
Mansfield Park’s another suburb
Catherine’s left her Wuthering Heights…

I would be King - You could be the Queen - We would rule and reign Forever -
But we are lost
We’re adrift on the sea
We can’t see
Stormy weather
Rain and fog - Oh

I was Peter
You were Wendy
Never-Never land we found
When we heard the air raid siren
We huddled in the Underground

I have been Robin of Locksley
Nelson’s ghost at Trafalgar Square
A Dandy with a green carnation
The Beatles with their tossled hair

Pack a bag
We’ll travel lightly
Wave bye to Dad and old Mum too
Leave the High Street and the Taxis
Come on now
Let’s bid Adieu.

Where is the land we dreamed of?
Where too now, the hopes we bore?
Are we but the “Last of England”
Heading for a distant shore?

I would be King - You would be the Queen - We would rule and reign For -ever more……………

London Bridge is falling,etc…