london lyrics – joan baez

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 appals,
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-he*rs*.

/ joan baez lyrics