At night they would go walking ‘Til 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 night time for your weeping Your weeping
Singing lalalalalalalalaiy And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river Where Victorian ghosts pray For their curses to be broken We go underneath the arches Where the witches are and they say There are ghost towns in the ocean The ocean
Singing lalalalalalalalaiy And the night over London lay
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 lalalalalalalalaiy And the night over London lay Singing lalalalalalalalaiy There’s no light over London today.