At night they would go walking
Till 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 la la la la la la la lay
And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river
Where the toiling ghosts spring
For the curses to be broken
We go underneath the arches
Where the witches are in the saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing la la la la la la la lay
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 la la la la la la la lay
And the night over London lay
Singing la la la la la la la lay
There’s no light over London today