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