London Lyrics

I wander thro´each charter´d street
near where the charter´d thames does flow,
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
in every infant´s cry of fear,
in every voice, in every ban,
the mind-forg´d manacles I hear :

How the chimney-sweeper´s cry
every black´ning church appalls,
and the hapless soldier´s sigh
runs in blood down palace walls;

But most thro´midnight streets I hear
how the youthful harlot´s curse
blasts the new born infant´s tear,
and blights with plagues the marriage hearse

Alle Texte des Albums stammen von William Blake (1757 - 1827)

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