Cemeteries of London
At night they would go walkingTill the breaking of the dayThe morning is for sleepingThrough the dark streetsThey go searchingTo see God in their own waySave the night timeFor your weepingYour weeping
Singing la la la la la la la layAnd the night over London lay
So we rode down to the riverWhere the toiling ghosts springFor the curses to be brokenWe go underneath the archesWhere the witches are in the sayingThere are ghost towns in the oceanThe ocean
Singing la la la la la la la layAnd the night over London lay
God is in the housesAnd God is in my headAnd all the cemeteries in LondonI see God come in my gardenBut I don’t know what He saidFor my heart it wasn’t openNot open
Singing la la la la la la la layAnd the night over London laySinging la la la la la la la layThere’s no light over London today