Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner...
(Photo: London Underground, Embankment)
Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner
that London owns my heart,
I’ve lived in town and country but London’s where I start.
The buskers and the markets, the
theatres and the plays,
The bridges and the river are where my longing stays.
Boats floating down to Greenwich,
the stalls in Spittalfields,
Bright buses gliding past Westminster as the chime of Big Ben peels.
The face of Nelson smiles upon
the traffic’s hustle bustle,
The lights of Albert Bridge twinkle like a fairy castle.
The Jacobean magic of entering
Staring up with the sensation of a journey’s time probe.
Midsummer dream in Regent’s Park,
rowers on the Serpentine,
Sunset view from Primrose Hill over a city-spread skyline.
The iconic silhouette of the
cathedral of St Paul,
The towering oval splendour of the Royal Albert Hall.
Singers in Covent Garden,
strolling over cobble stones,
Pausing to gaze at jugglers under Spanish guitar tones.
The shows and the museums, the
bands buzz in Camden town,
The musty books on Bankside - all in this city of reknown.
If I had to choose one capital,
no other can compete,
My love’s loyal to London, and I’ll never cheat.