The City – Written Tuesday 9th April 2002 (Aged 27)

The City

old london town
will not bring this englishman down
with its spires and its clowns
i cling to every sound
i walk with a sunny smile
when i walk out of the station
and i am in the city mile
old london town
stretches out as far as the eye can see
and as i fall into covent garden
there is nowhere i would rather be
let that busker busk
it is setting my dreams free
from dawn to beyond the dusk
london never seems to sleep
love and loathe it in equal measure
but know that it is beyond compare
and caters for all types of pleasure
cross the river a thousand times
and down the embankment you can stare <
i watch the tube trains come and go
old london town
it is a place i truly know

James Garratt – Tuesday 9th April 2002

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