Stairway to Brexit

There's a lady who knows
all that glitter's not gold
and she's climbing a stairway to Brexit.

When she gets there she knows
if the doors are all closed
with a word ('bye') she'll get what she came for.

There's a sign on the wall ('We're leaving')
but she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes EU words have two meanings.

In a vote by the Brits
We've decided to quit
Sometimes all of our thoughts are correct ones

There's a feeling I get
when I look to the east
and my spirit is crying for leaving

In my thoughts I have seen
Threats of problems unseen
And the voices of those who stand hoping

That it won't go so well;
That we'll suffer, they'll yell
That 'we told you so' loudly and often.

But it's whispered that soon, now that we call the tune
then the PM will lead us to reason
and a new day will dawn, for those who've waited long
and the forests, hills and streets will echo with laughter.

Does anybody remember laughter?

But I've got some good news..

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
it's just a spring clean for the MAY queen.
Yes there were two paths we could go by but in the long run,
We're better off on the one we're on.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The PM's calling you to join her
Dear Lady can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Our stairway lies in the British winds?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything will turn to gold

And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
To be a nation, and in control.


And she's climbing a stairway to Brexit.

I was there! :)

With profuse apologies to Led Zeppelin.

Thanks for reading.