This was the holy land when they were more popular than God Upon this bridge of black and white their sacred naked feet have trod Seers and angels, they saw what no one saw before And now with closed eyes they walk from shore to shining shore But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? And now the faithful come here as pilgrims to a shrine They walk the stations of the crossing Their feet are bare their eyes are blind Friends with cameras click to record the ritual And back home all around the world the same picture hangs upon their walls But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? But history moves mysteriously and nothing stays here for too long They scorch the zebra from the road and paint a new one further on But it still means what it meant then and it still looks much like it did The pilgrims take their pictures still, its guilty secrets they stay hid But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? That used to be a warehouse then And this was all bombed in the war And here the last wild boar was slain And there my father met my ma This was the place where I was born And in the sixties this was hip And right through here the Romans came And this was where it all began But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? Beatles zebra crossing Beatles zebra crossing The Beatles zebra crossing Beatles zebra crossing Beatles zebra crossing Beatles zebra crossing Beatles zebra crossing Beatles zebra crossing