Nol Coward — 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 is forever will be Whoa, Liza See the coster barrows The vegetables and the fruit piled high Oh, 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 There's a little city flower Ever spring unveiling Growing in the crevices By some London railing Though it has a Latin name In town and countryside 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 forever 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 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 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 forever will be Grey city Stubbornly implanted Taken so for granted For a thousand years Stay, city Smokily enchanted Cradle of our memories Of our hopes and fears Every Blitz Your resistance toughening From the Ritz To the Anchor and Crown Nothing ever could override The pride Of London Town