Song parody of
Goodbye London
by Summersett
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The juggler who drops his knives
He stops and he tells us why
An American starts to cry
The English just walk on by
A speaker shouts in the park
An empire in her bark
An old lion in her heart
The pigeons fly home it's dark
They fly home to Saint Martin
They fly home to find England
They know another sky
Where the myth has not died
Goodbye London
I'm not far
I'm in a sky where
I can hear the lark
Soldiers in hats of fur
Who are they asks a girl
The tour guide is not so sure
Still us or just who we were
The palace has drawn a crowd
Maybe the Queen's about
The taxis go round and round
The pigeons fly home it's loud
They fly home to Saint Martin
They fly home to find England
They know another sky
Where the myth has not died
They fly home to Saint Martin
They fly home to find England
They know another sky
Where the myth has not died
Goodbye London
I'm not far
I'm in a sky where
I can hear the lark
The juggler who drops his knives
He stops and he tells us why
An American starts to cry
The English just walk on by
A speaker shouts in the park
An empire in her bark
An old lion in her heart
The pigeons fly home it's dark
They fly home to Saint Martin
They fly home to find England
They know another sky
Where the myth has not died
Goodbye London
I'm not far
I'm in a sky where
I can hear the lark
Soldiers in hats of fur
Who are they asks a girl
The tour guide is not so sure
Still us or just who we were
The palace has drawn a crowd
Maybe the Queen's about
The taxis go round and round
The pigeons fly home it's loud
They fly home to Saint Martin
They fly home to find England
They know another sky
Where the myth has not died
They fly home to Saint Martin
They fly home to find England
They know another sky
Where the myth has not died
Goodbye London
I'm not far
I'm in a sky where
I can hear the lark
