Right Down to the Heart of London
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The little crumb trail I am leaving
Most assuredly will fade
The notes to you that I dispatch will rot away
There's one floating down the river
Past the globe and the taste
For a mudlark to find along the bank one day
A wad of parchment wrapped and bound
As a token, I leave them around
The ink running wild now with the rain
Not a wish or a spell
But just a small appreciation
Dropped right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
In the blazing afternoon
The studio at Leighton House
Awash with gold and bathed in magic light
I spot a small red volume
On the mantel, where I leave one
Between the pages of Dickens' Hard Times
In the Gosling Boneyard
On the Red Cross Way
A row of shells line a solemn little grave
And a hole in the ground
Where with a satisfying weight
I drop one down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
With courtly admiration
And sworn appreciation, here
Right down to the heart of London
Not a wish or a prayer
But a ritual has brought me, where?
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
Down an alleyway in Peckham
As the ladies file along
I hear music and a door is swinging open
And reverent little girls
Clad in robes of gleaming white
Beckon me inside to come and join them
And I'm kicking off my shoes
And covering my head
I need a taste of the raven Holy Ghost
To lay me out and knock me down
To purge and cleanse me to the ground
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
With courtly admiration
And sworn appreciation, here
Right down to the heart of London
Not a wish or a prayer
But a ritual has brought me, where?
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
From the Irish Sea at Bannow, Wexford
I would swim right to the channel
'Til I reach your native shore
To wash up with the tide
And all the notes that I've been writing
Sink away and I won't need them anymore
And the lights on the bridge
William Blake and the grid
And the whisper room that winds around Saint Paul's
Sir John Soane
Found me in his parlor all alone
Weeping at the beauty of it all
Down down down right down
Down down down down
With courtly admiration
And sworn appreciation, here
Right down to the heart of London
Not a wish or a prayer
But a ritual has brought me, where?
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
Most assuredly will fade
The notes to you that I dispatch will rot away
There's one floating down the river
Past the globe and the taste
For a mudlark to find along the bank one day
A wad of parchment wrapped and bound
As a token, I leave them around
The ink running wild now with the rain
Not a wish or a spell
But just a small appreciation
Dropped right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
In the blazing afternoon
The studio at Leighton House
Awash with gold and bathed in magic light
I spot a small red volume
On the mantel, where I leave one
Between the pages of Dickens' Hard Times
In the Gosling Boneyard
On the Red Cross Way
A row of shells line a solemn little grave
And a hole in the ground
Where with a satisfying weight
I drop one down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
With courtly admiration
And sworn appreciation, here
Right down to the heart of London
Not a wish or a prayer
But a ritual has brought me, where?
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
Down an alleyway in Peckham
As the ladies file along
I hear music and a door is swinging open
And reverent little girls
Clad in robes of gleaming white
Beckon me inside to come and join them
And I'm kicking off my shoes
And covering my head
I need a taste of the raven Holy Ghost
To lay me out and knock me down
To purge and cleanse me to the ground
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
With courtly admiration
And sworn appreciation, here
Right down to the heart of London
Not a wish or a prayer
But a ritual has brought me, where?
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
From the Irish Sea at Bannow, Wexford
I would swim right to the channel
'Til I reach your native shore
To wash up with the tide
And all the notes that I've been writing
Sink away and I won't need them anymore
And the lights on the bridge
William Blake and the grid
And the whisper room that winds around Saint Paul's
Sir John Soane
Found me in his parlor all alone
Weeping at the beauty of it all
Down down down right down
Down down down down
With courtly admiration
And sworn appreciation, here
Right down to the heart of London
Not a wish or a prayer
But a ritual has brought me, where?
Right down to the heart of London
Down to the heart of London
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.11] The little crumb trail I am leaving
[00:20.53] Most assuredly will fade
[00:23.13] The notes to you that I dispatch will rot away
[00:27.33] There's one floating down the river
[00:29.52] Past the globe and the taste
[00:32.15] For a mudlark to find along the bank one day
[00:36.49] A wad of parchment wrapped and bound
[00:38.91] As a token, I leave them around
[00:41.38] The ink running wild now with the rain
[00:45.78] Not a wish or a spell
[00:47.76] But just a small appreciation
[00:50.05] Dropped right down to the heart of London
[00:55.50] Down to the heart of London
[00:58.89]
[01:08.75] In the blazing afternoon
[01:10.61] The studio at Leighton House
[01:13.10] Awash with gold and bathed in magic light
[01:17.45] I spot a small red volume
[01:19.93] On the mantel, where I leave one
[01:22.43] Between the pages of Dickens' Hard Times
[01:27.25] In the Gosling Boneyard
[01:29.49] On the Red Cross Way
[01:31.25] A row of shells line a solemn little grave
[01:35.98] And a hole in the ground
[01:38.05] Where with a satisfying weight
[01:40.14] I drop one down to the heart of London
[01:45.69] Down to the heart of London
[01:50.09] With courtly admiration
[01:52.25] And sworn appreciation, here
[01:54.75] Right down to the heart of London
[01:59.02] Not a wish or a prayer
[02:01.53] But a ritual has brought me, where?
[02:03.36] Right down to the heart of London
[02:08.35] Down to the heart of London
[02:15.66]
[02:30.75] Down an alleyway in Peckham
[02:32.70] As the ladies file along
[02:34.86] I hear music and a door is swinging open
[02:39.40] And reverent little girls
[02:41.39] Clad in robes of gleaming white
[02:44.07] Beckon me inside to come and join them
[02:48.49] And I'm kicking off my shoes
[02:51.07] And covering my head
[02:52.73] I need a taste of the raven Holy Ghost
[02:57.93] To lay me out and knock me down
[03:00.08] To purge and cleanse me to the ground
[03:02.26] Right down to the heart of London
[03:07.15] Down to the heart of London
[03:11.37] With courtly admiration
[03:13.61] And sworn appreciation, here
[03:15.96] Right down to the heart of London
[03:20.38] Not a wish or a prayer
[03:22.87] But a ritual has brought me, where?
[03:24.86] Right down to the heart of London
[03:29.74] Down to the heart of London
[03:37.16]
[03:52.24] From the Irish Sea at Bannow, Wexford
[03:54.80] I would swim right to the channel
[03:57.28] 'Til I reach your native shore
[04:01.14] To wash up with the tide
[04:02.70] And all the notes that I've been writing
[04:04.94] Sink away and I won't need them anymore
[04:09.99] And the lights on the bridge
[04:12.01] William Blake and the grid
[04:14.37] And the whisper room that winds around Saint Paul's
[04:19.56] Sir John Soane
[04:21.36] Found me in his parlor all alone
[04:23.92] Weeping at the beauty of it all
[04:28.56] Down down down right down
[04:33.03] Down down down down
[04:37.53] With courtly admiration
[04:39.64] And sworn appreciation, here
[04:42.00] Right down to the heart of London
[04:46.61] Not a wish or a prayer
[04:49.02] But a ritual has brought me, where?
[04:50.82] Right down to the heart of London
[04:55.64] Down to the heart of London
[05:03.49]
[00:20.53] Most assuredly will fade
[00:23.13] The notes to you that I dispatch will rot away
[00:27.33] There's one floating down the river
[00:29.52] Past the globe and the taste
[00:32.15] For a mudlark to find along the bank one day
[00:36.49] A wad of parchment wrapped and bound
[00:38.91] As a token, I leave them around
[00:41.38] The ink running wild now with the rain
[00:45.78] Not a wish or a spell
[00:47.76] But just a small appreciation
[00:50.05] Dropped right down to the heart of London
[00:55.50] Down to the heart of London
[00:58.89]
[01:08.75] In the blazing afternoon
[01:10.61] The studio at Leighton House
[01:13.10] Awash with gold and bathed in magic light
[01:17.45] I spot a small red volume
[01:19.93] On the mantel, where I leave one
[01:22.43] Between the pages of Dickens' Hard Times
[01:27.25] In the Gosling Boneyard
[01:29.49] On the Red Cross Way
[01:31.25] A row of shells line a solemn little grave
[01:35.98] And a hole in the ground
[01:38.05] Where with a satisfying weight
[01:40.14] I drop one down to the heart of London
[01:45.69] Down to the heart of London
[01:50.09] With courtly admiration
[01:52.25] And sworn appreciation, here
[01:54.75] Right down to the heart of London
[01:59.02] Not a wish or a prayer
[02:01.53] But a ritual has brought me, where?
[02:03.36] Right down to the heart of London
[02:08.35] Down to the heart of London
[02:15.66]
[02:30.75] Down an alleyway in Peckham
[02:32.70] As the ladies file along
[02:34.86] I hear music and a door is swinging open
[02:39.40] And reverent little girls
[02:41.39] Clad in robes of gleaming white
[02:44.07] Beckon me inside to come and join them
[02:48.49] And I'm kicking off my shoes
[02:51.07] And covering my head
[02:52.73] I need a taste of the raven Holy Ghost
[02:57.93] To lay me out and knock me down
[03:00.08] To purge and cleanse me to the ground
[03:02.26] Right down to the heart of London
[03:07.15] Down to the heart of London
[03:11.37] With courtly admiration
[03:13.61] And sworn appreciation, here
[03:15.96] Right down to the heart of London
[03:20.38] Not a wish or a prayer
[03:22.87] But a ritual has brought me, where?
[03:24.86] Right down to the heart of London
[03:29.74] Down to the heart of London
[03:37.16]
[03:52.24] From the Irish Sea at Bannow, Wexford
[03:54.80] I would swim right to the channel
[03:57.28] 'Til I reach your native shore
[04:01.14] To wash up with the tide
[04:02.70] And all the notes that I've been writing
[04:04.94] Sink away and I won't need them anymore
[04:09.99] And the lights on the bridge
[04:12.01] William Blake and the grid
[04:14.37] And the whisper room that winds around Saint Paul's
[04:19.56] Sir John Soane
[04:21.36] Found me in his parlor all alone
[04:23.92] Weeping at the beauty of it all
[04:28.56] Down down down right down
[04:33.03] Down down down down
[04:37.53] With courtly admiration
[04:39.64] And sworn appreciation, here
[04:42.00] Right down to the heart of London
[04:46.61] Not a wish or a prayer
[04:49.02] But a ritual has brought me, where?
[04:50.82] Right down to the heart of London
[04:55.64] Down to the heart of London
[05:03.49]