build your tower strong and tall

crossing the stripling thames

home is where the heart is

i am poured out like water

industry without art is brutality

it was the best of times

london calling to the underworld

raise high the roofbeam

sleep old palaces and towers

sweetest garden of delight

that's entertainment

the green green grass of home

the jigsaw puzzle of light

the seesaw city of london

they cannot scare me with their empty spaces

towers of london

up and down another's stairs

upon the trees of paradise

walls have tongues

where even the old are fair