London's Burning Shadows

London, burning shadows in her sky London, burning shadows in her sky Oh, the artist, he is faithful, but he's earnest in his ways While London burns her shadows in her sky Mary cries as she bids her child farewell Then she turns round to a backdrop of hell And the skyboats of Germania whistle horror as they fly Londonia burns her shadows in her sky Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah rang through rubble where once were streets Coffins full of poets lined those streets And the slates on the buildings weeped And the smoke clouds, they were rolling in from the sugar factory fire While London burned her shadows in her sky Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah rang through rubble where once were streets Oh, the gypsy, she dries her bleeding eye While the queen plays kitchen in the sky And the Viking ships of Norway Sail down the foggy Thames side While London burns her shadows in her sky Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah rang through rubble where once were streets Hallelujah, Hallelujah While the rats recited poetry at their feet