Prologue / Chim Chim Cher-ee sing and play along

Wind's in the east,

there's a mist comin' in, like somethin' is brewin' and 'bout to begin.

Can't put me finger on what lies in store,

but I feel what's to 'appen all 'appened before.

A father, a mother, a daughter,

a son, the threads of their lives are all rav'llin' undone.

Somethin' is needed to twist 'em as tight as the string you might use when you're flyin' a kite.

Chim chiminey, chim chim, cheree, chim cheroo.

Of all London's byways where I doffs me cap,

this one's the 'ardest to find on a map.

Cherry Tree Lane, as sweet as a song,

but the nannies who come 'ere,

they don't stay for long.

Chim chiminey, chim chim, cheree, chim cheroo.