Lyrics:

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 plaques the marriage hearse



London calling

Big city of fear

London calling

Can't you hear