Miss Jemima Can Dance

She spends all her time in her armchair
And she's lost in a world of her own
There's no family or friends who will call at weekends
And her story is largely unknown

Though the nurses don't know much about her
They believe she was once on the stage
In her nineties, they say, a bright star in her day
And she's doing quite well for her age

But when the mood takes her just once in a while
She will rise to her feet with an angelic smile

Miss Jemima can dance. Miss Jemima can sing
And she knows all the songs that were sung
By that young Vera Lynn
There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Wait and see. Wait and see

Her long hair it is whiter than ivory
And her skin is as pale as a ghost
Though the dress that she wears is in need of repair
It appears she is luckier than most

While her dances are slow and beguiling
It would seem she's not dancing alone
For at times you could swear that there's somebody there
Miss Jemima is not on her own

For her partner's the sweetheart she kissed off to war
Till the telegram came with a knock at the door

Miss Jemima can dance. Miss Jemima can sing
And she knows all the songs that were sung
By that young Vera Lynn
And she's sure that they'll meet again
Don't know where. Don't know when
Wait and see. Wait and see

And she twists and she turns while the orchestra plays
Though the tunes in her head are from long-ago days

Miss Jemima can dance. Miss Jemima can sing
And she knows all the songs that were sung
By that young Vera Lynn
There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Wait and see. Wait and see

And she's sure that they'll meet again
Don't know where. Don't know when
Wait and see. Wait and see