London Songtext
von Fiddler’s Green

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?