Fair Lady London Songtext
von Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou

I′m leaving in the morning
I've made up my mind
This time I′m not for turning
And all of the wrongs
You've ever said and done to me
Shall become but a memory

Fair Lady London
Your skin's grown pale
Your eyes are now sunken
Soon your wretched song
Your rank and riddled melody
Shall become but a memory


How long, how long did I toil
Raking my nails
Through the spit and the spoil
And every morsel
That was ever promised to me
Has become but a memory

I′m bound for the garden
I′ve served my time
I've earned my pardon
And when the sunshine
Gently washes over me
Your grey days shall become but a memory

But come the sunrise
Over Gipsy Hill
I shall open my eyes
And anywhere else I dreamed
That I could ever be
Shall become but a memory