There are lights on the water
They shine on a river
from St. Pauls down to Gravesend
They shine to the sea
And I'm sick and I'm tired
Footsore and weary
And the faces of London
got nothing on me
I sang for a penny
Got by on a coffee
Songs of the rivers
Of the hills and old ways
And the faces of London
no time for the stopping
Each one an island
In a big lonely sea
The wind blows the paper
Past the underground stations
The streets are deserted
And cold as a grave
I remember on leaving
your last words so well
You'll always survive
if you've something to sell
Now it's four in the morning
The cold neon mourning
There's a Rolls rolling homeward
And the driver he's yawning
And I'm sharing this moment
With a drunk and a bottle
Two faces of London
with nowhere to go
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