Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What a Day in London, artist - Judy Kuhn. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
What a Day in London |
| The sun comes up |
| The lamps go down |
| The day begins in London town |
| There’s tea to brew |
| And buns to bake |
| And some who just refuse to wake |
| While shops are stocked and flocks are fed |
| The midnight men drift home to bed |
| School bells chime |
| And church bells ring |
| Children whine |
| Peddlers sing |
| What a day in London |
| Come and see who’s here |
| Everyone knows someone |
| They come from far and near |
| They bring their geese |
| Their finest fleece to please |
| The keenest eye |
| And hope and pray someone will say |
| There’s something they might buy |
| With pigs to slop |
| And fish to gut |
| It ain’t exactly heaven but |
| We thank the Lord |
| And kiss the ground |
| For bed and board in |
| London town |
| The upper crust lie fast asleep |
| But some of us got floors to sweep |
| One day’s like the day before |
| Can’t complain |
| If there’s no war |
| What a day in London |
| Everything’s for sale |
| Cabbages and onions |
| (Gasp) Look up! |
| Who’s that? |
| That girl up in the tree! |
| It’s not a tree |
| It’s moving… see |
| Good grief, what can it be? |
| Look there, I swear |
| She’s flying through the air |
| She must be wild |
| She’s just a child |
| I wish I had her hair! |
| My heart is pounding like a drum |
| I can’t believe my eyes |
| In London people seem to come in every shape and size |
| So many paths I wonder how they find their way |
| So many signs I wonder what they really say |
| London is everything I’ve heard and more |
| London is nothing like I’ve seen before |
| Music and feathered hats |
| And roofs that shine |
| With flags flying higher than a pine |
| She seems so sweet |
| She means us well |
| Size 20 feet |
| How can you tell? |
| We’ll rue this day, you wait and see |
| What is to be or not to be? |
| How do they build their huts so tall? |
| Can this all be one tribe? |
| The things they sell |
| The things I smell |
| I never could describe |
| These cakes taste just like berries picked this very day |
| The sound a river makes still takes my breath away |
| London’s as busy as a hive of bees |
| Grandmother Willow would just love these trees |
| Crowded and loud but so exciting, too |
| With colors I never even knew |
| What a day in London, nothing strange at all |
| 'Cept a girl with someone maybe 10 feet tall |
| This day’s become a day |
| No one is likely to forget |
| A day we’ll all remember |
| As the day two worlds have met |
| Such beauty’s rare |
| I’m quite impressed! |
| (London is everything I’ve heard and more) |
| One musn’t stare |
| She’s barely dressed! |
| (London is nothing like I’ve seen before) |
| The strength of ten that’s what I’ve heard |
| She’s won the men just take my word |
| A brave young thing to venture here |
| (Music and feathered hats and roofs that shine) |
| It will be an adventure |
| (And flags flying higher) |
| Perhaps some brew to quench your thirst? |
| (Than a pine) |
| Not with you, I saw her first! |
| What a day in London |
| History was made |
| Take away the mystery |
| Then you’re not afraid |
| We’ve seen a girl |
| (I've seen a world) |
| We never dreamed we’d see |
| (I never dreamed I’d see) |
| What an extra special day |
| Unique in truly every way |
| How wonderful this London day turned out to be! |