At night they would go walking 
'Til the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping

Through the dark streets they go searching 
To see God in their own way
Save the night time for your weeping 
Your weeping

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay
And the night over London lay 

So we rode down to the river 
Where Victorian ghosts pray 
For their curses to be broken 

We go underneath the arches 
Where the witches are and they say: 
"There are ghost towns in the ocean 
The ocean"

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay
And the night over London lay 

God is in the houses 
And God is in my head
And all the cemeteries in London 

I see God come in my garden 
But I don't know what he said
For my heart it wasn’t open 
Not open

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay
And the night over London lay
Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay
There's no light over London today