A city named Dresden was bombed to hell,
All that was left was a burned out shell.
There were survivors determined to rebuild,
They cleared away the rubble bomb craters were filled.
Tons of bricks were cleaned and stacked in rows,
Both men and women this hard work chose.
Electric lighting was established once more,
Thousand worked on this difficult chore.
Then the streets were newly rebuilt,
A tidy city no more a patchwork quilt,
Houses and apartments sprang up everywhere,
All took part and did their fair share.
Places of worship soon did appear;
People went to pray and forget their fear.
Shops opened again filled with food and goods,
The German mark flourished and that was good.
I take off my hat to the Dresden folk,
They took the brunt of the bombing and rebuilt in baulk.
Many died but their memories live on today,
The survivors did have the very last say.
Spirit and determination and above all good will,
Is something that war cannot kill.
The Peoples of Dresden can be very proud;
I for one will sing their praises out loud.