| There’ll be bluebirds over
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| The white cliffs of Dover
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| Tomorrow, just you wait and see
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| I’ll never forget the people I met
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| Braving those angry skies
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| I remember well as the shadows fell
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| The light of hope in their eyes
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| And though I’m far away
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| I still can hear them say
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| «Thumbs up!»
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| For when the dawn comes up
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| There’ll be bluebirds over
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| The white cliffs of Dover
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| Tomorrow, just you wait and see
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| There’ll be love and laughter
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| And peace ever after
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| Tomorrow, when the world is free
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| The shepherd will tend his sheep
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| The valley will bloom again
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| And Jimmy will go to sleep
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| In his own little room again
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| I may not be near, but I have no fear
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| History will prove it too
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| When the tale is told
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| It will be as of old
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| For truth will always win through;
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| But be I far or near
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| That slogan still I’ll hear
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| «Thumbs up!»
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| For when the dawn comes up
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| There’ll be bluebirds over
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| The white cliffs of Dover
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| Tomorrow, just you wait and see
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| When night shadows fall, I’ll always recall
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| Out there across the sea
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| Twilight falling down on some little town
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| It’s fresh in my memory
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| I hear mother pray
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| And to her baby say
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| «Don't cry!»
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| This is her lullaby
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| There’ll be bluebirds over
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| The white cliffs of Dover
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| Tomorrow, just you wait and see |