Towers of London

when they had built you

did you watch over the men who fell

Towers of London

when they had built you

Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell



Pavements of gold leading to the underground

Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around

fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound

spikes in the rails to their very own heaven



Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high

merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by

rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry

for the bridge that doesn't go

in the direction of Dublin



And I've seen it in a painting

and I've seen it in engraving

and I've seen it in their faces

clear as children's chalk lines on the paving



Towers of London

la la Londinium