On the final stroke of nine
Their eyes looking at their feet
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many
I had not thought death had undone so many
So many. So, so many. Oh
Teeming, swarming city
City full of dreams
Teeming, swarming city
Where ghosts in the daylight
Catch people passing by
Whoo oh oh oh
What did you bury there there in your garden Mon frère
Tell me what did you bury there in your garden
Will it sprout, will it bloom
Is it someone I once knew
Oh so many. So many. So, so many
Ooh
Teeming, swarming city
City full of dreams
Teeming, swarming city
Where ghosts in the daylight
Catch people passing by
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring
But I do not find The Hanged Man
I see crowds of people, flowing up the hill
But I do not find The Hanged Man
Ooh
Unreal city. Unreal city
Where death has undone so many
So many. Oh so many