George Murphy & The Rising Sons - London's Burning Shadows Lyrics

London, burning shadows in her sky
London, burning shadows in her sky
Oh, the artist, he is faithful, but he's earnest in his ways
While London burns her shadows in her sky
Mary cries as she bids her child farewell
Then she turns round to a backdrop of hell
And the skyboats of Germania whistle horror as they fly
Londonia burns her shadows in her sky
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah rang through rubble where once were streets
Coffins full of poets lined those streets
And the slates on the buildings weeped
And the smoke clouds, they were rolling in from the sugar factory fire
While London burned her shadows in her sky
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah rang through rubble where once were streets
Oh, the gypsy, she dries her bleeding eye
While the queen plays kitchen in the sky
And the Viking ships of Norway
Sail down the foggy Thames side
While London burns her shadows in her sky
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah rang through rubble where once were streets
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
While the rats recited poetry at their feet