Im wandering round and round nowhere to go Im lonely
in London, London, is lovely so I cross the streets without
fear Everybody keeps the way clear I know, I know, no one here to say
hello
I know they keep the way clear Im lonely in London without
fear Im wandering round and round here Nowhere to go
While my
eyes Go looking for flying sources in the sky
Oh, sunday, monday,
autumn pass by me And people hurry on so peacefully A group aproaches the
policemen He seems so pleased to please them Its good to live at least,
and I agree He seems so pleased at least And its so good to live in
peace Sunday, monday, years, and I agree
While my eyes Go looking
for flying sources in the sky
I choose no face to look at, choose no
way I just happen to be here and its ok Green grass, blue eyes, grey
sky God bless Silent pain and hapiness I came around to say yes, and I
say
While my eyes Go looking for flying sources in the sky