London Pride

London Pride - Noel Coward and Orchestra

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

Woa Liza see the caster barrows

Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high

Woa Liza little London sparrows

Covent garden market where the casters 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 every spring unfailing

Growing in the crevices by some London railing

Though it has a Latin name in town and country side

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 may fair 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 smoky enchanted

Cradle of our memories and 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