Capo 1
At night they would go walking till the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way
Save the nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping
Singing la la la la la la lay
And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring
For their curses to be broken
We'll go underneath the arches where the witches are in the sea
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing la la la la la la lay
And the night over London lay
Solo:
God is in the houses, and God is in my head
And all the cemeteries in London
I see God come in my garden, but I don't know what he said
For my heart it wasn't open
Not open
Singing la la la la la la lay
And the night over London lay
Singing la la la la la la lay
There's no light over London today