London Pride - Noel Coward

Written by：Coward

London pride has been handed down to us

London pride is a flower that's free

London pride means our own dear town to us

And our pride is forever will be

Whoa Liza

See the coaster barrows

The vegetables and the fruit piled high

Oh Liza

Little London sparrows

Convent Garden Market where the coasters cry

Cockney feet

Mark the beat of history

Every street pins a memory down

Nothing ever can quite replace

The grace of London town

There's a little city flower

Ever spring unveiling

Growing in the crevices

By some London railing

Though it has a Latin name

In town and countryside

We in England call it

London pride

London pride has been handed down to us

London pride is a flower that's free

London pride means our own dear town to us

And our pride it forever will be

Hey lady

When the day is dawning

See the policeman yawning

On his lonely beat

Gay lady

Mayfair in the morning

Hear your footsteps echo

In the empty street

Early rain

And the pavement's glistening

All park lane

In a shimmering gown

Nothing ever could break or harm

The charm

Of London town

In our city darkened now

Street and square and crescent

We can feel our living past

In our shadowed present

Ghosts beside our starlit Thames

Who lived and loved and died

Keep throughout the ages

London pride

London pride has been handed down to us

London pride is a flower that's free

London pride means our own dear town to us

And our pride it forever will be

Grey city

Stubbornly implanted

Taken so for granted

For a thousand years

Stay city

Smokey enchanted

Cradle of our memories

Of our hopes and fears

Every blitz

Your resistance toughening

From the Ritz

To the anchor and crown

Nothing ever could override

The pride

Of London town