[Verse]
Billowing whites on a summer day
Spinning tales in a heroic way
With a classic pull or a timely sweep
He made cricket moments memories to keep
[Verse 2]
Fifty-two caps and a captain's drive
A cricketing mind so sharp and alive
From the crease to the box he spoke with flair
Richie Benaud always there
[Chorus]
Cricket's poet and maestro combined
With his voice every boundary defined
From the pitch to the airwaves he'd soar
Richie Benaud forevermore
[Verse 3]
Comfortable chair and a microphone
He'd analyze the play in a calm tone
With "Marvellous" and "Oh What a shot"
His commentary magic we'll never forgot
[Verse 4]
He'd captivate with every word
Describing the flight of a soaring bird
A true gentleman in a cricketing clan
Richie was every cricket fan's man
[Bridge]
No cliches no fuss just pure skill
Every call brought a subtle thrill
From the wicked turn to the final run
He'd narrate every battle under the sun