Towers of London 

When they had built you 

Did you watch over the men who fell 

Towers of London 

When they had built you 

Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell 



Pavements of gold leading to the underground 

Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around 

Fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound 

Spikes in the rails to their very own heaven 



Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high 

Merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by 

Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry 

For the bridge that doesn't go 

In the direction of Dublin 



And I've seen it in a painting 

And I've seen it in engraving 

And I've seen it in their faces 

Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving 



Towers of London 

La la Londinium.