Tangerine Dream - 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 How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; 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: 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 London, London 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: London, London Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are Open; And let his wife and children return from the opressor's Scourge They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night; For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall Cease." ... shall cease ... shall cease ... Little fly Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink and sing Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is d**h Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die ... or if I die ... ... or if I die ...