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.