London Pride Lyrics - Vera Lynn

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 for ever will be. 

Woa, Liza, 

See the coster barrows, 

Vegetable marrows 

And the fruit piled high. 

Woa, Liza, 

Little London sparrows, 

Covent Garden Market where the costers cry. 

Cockney feet 

Mark the beat of history. 

Every street 

Pins a memory down. 

Nothing ever can quite replace 

The grace of London Town. 

INTERLUDE 

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 for ever will be. 

Hey, lady, 

When the day is dawning 

See the policeman yawning 

On his lonely beat. 

Gay lady, 

Mayfair 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. 

INTERLUDE 

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.