Crowds that rippled through streets like a river
The peel of bells floating over London town,
Some insisted on sleeping in the streets for a few nights
Others were there just to gaze at her gown.
Smiles abounded on everyone's faces
Bunting fluttered and balloons waved in the breeze,
The air bristled with a sense of excitement
And the abbey had been installed with several trees.
On her father's arm she appeared confident and steady
A stunning dress as she peeked through the veil,
Little bridesmaids and pageboys looked adorable
With a nine feet train she was ready to set sail.
Ever poised and smiling she began to walk down the aisle
All the guests strained to catch a fleeting look,
Of the young woman who one day will be queen consort
Just two small words and history was consigned to the book.