London

I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man
In every Infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear

London calling, big city of fear
London calling, can't you hear?

How the Cimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening Church apalls;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls

But most through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse

London calling, big city of fear
London calling, can't you hear?



Credits
Writer(s): Albers, Ralf
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