Sirens sounding, every night Searchlights shining, oh so bright Seeking out the sky invaders Dropping 1,000ib bomb persuaders Hurricanes and spitfires in pursuit Hunting prey for them to shoot Houses and buildings razed to the ground Praying for the all clear to sound A new day dawns to death and sorrow It happens all again tomorrow The days go on and nights ensue Months go by, the raids subdue They tried their rockets and buzz bombs too But this old country was saved by a few E Gledhill, Effort Street, Tooting Based on information supplied by E Gledhill.