London Calls
Composer(s): Richard Eckersley - Wreford
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band
London calls, great St. Pauls
Booming out the fleeting hours
Carried to the people on London Bridge
Muffled by the wintry showers
Half past ten, cold Big Ben
Time to go to bed and hear
The melancholy hooting of tugs at night
Passing some deserted pier
I miss Westminster, I miss Kew
I love to see it in the spring
I miss my Sunday visits to the zoo
I miss everything
London calls, its music halls
The theatres with the latest plays
In spring or in the autumn, in sunshine, rain
London calls, I must obey
The barrow boys, the lights, the noise
In Hoxton on a busy night
The happy little sparrows upon the streets
Of London when the sun shines bright
The Mile End Road, where traffic flowed
For many a hundred year
The cosy little pubs with quaint old names
Open for a glass of beer
Brixton in the sunshine on a summer day
Limehouse neath a leaden pall
Whitechapel at work, Whitechapel at play
I love em all
The busy queues, they air their views
Waiting for the bus to stop
The silent squares deserted at dead of night
Save for an occasional cop
London gives, London gives
Happiness to all her friends
London for so many is still the place
Will the journey end?
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