Sparklehorse - London lyrics

(Words by William Blake [1757 - 1827]) I wander through each chartered street Near where the chartered Thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe In every cry of every man In every infant's cry of fear In every voice, in every ban The mind-forged manacles I hear How the chimney-sweeper's cry Every blackening church appalls And the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace walls But most, through midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the new-born infant's tear And blights with plagues the marriage hearse I wander through each chartered street Near where the chartered Thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe