New Light

[(i) Turner On The Thames] [Instrumental] [(ii) London Plane] Where the road runs down To the river bank And the mudlarks search on the shore Where the watermen set sail For the towns upstream Upon a golden course to Runnymede Where the water's edge Meets the squares and the streets The river ’knows the mood Of kings and crowds and priests' Take tea in the gardens Drunk for a penny or two Stars will lead you home Sailing on the English way Racing on the high tides Here by the riverside Reaching for the day's last light When the Houses fall And the flames meet the sky Turner takes his boat out To catch the light And far downstream the Alice is clean gone In the dark she slipped away Racing on the English way Sails against the skyline Down by the water’s edge Reaching for the last light Time and tide wait for no man A river passing by As the crowds fade away The fires grow cold in the east Skylon rises in a brave new world The clocks are stopped And boats are held Time and tide wait for no man And now the ship has sailed And the crowds fade away But by the water's edge At the end of the road I still reach for the day's last light [(iii) Lost Rivers Of London] Lost rivers of London Long lost rivers of London By the palace and the abbeys By the lakes in the parks Black waters rise From one hundred springs and wells Lost rivers of London town Long lost rivers of London town Underneath the houses on the Old Kent Road If you listen very hard You can hear the river flow [Chorus] Headwaters out on the hills And the meadows Run through the fields To the city streets Paved with stone And after the rain Through the cracks in the pavement The rivers will rise As they make their way To the shore Lost rivers of London town Long lost rivers of London town Canute sailed the Effra On the high spring tide Now the black river hides Under Turnagain Lane [Chorus] Lost rivers of London Long lost rivers of London town Lost rivers of London Long lost rivers of London town The Fleet and the Tyburn And the Neckinger The Westbourne and the Walbrook And the river Effra [(iv) London Stone] [Instrumental] [(v) Skylon] After the fire After the storm Post-war London Six years on At the side of the Thames: Skylon... Broken walls An end to all good things Open skies Seen through roofless houses But down by the Thames Three-hundred feet above the river Soaring higher than church spires: Skylon... Rising up before me; Floating in midair I lost myself in wonder It was something from Dan Dare A vision of the future A beacon in the night sky A promise of much better days A new Jerusalem Looking up at Skylon Lost in a dream of impossible things A brave new world to come Underneath the Skylon Colours in a grey world A pick-me-up for the nation The work of giants Here in London Town... Bells fall silent Thrown to the ground Books are burning Fired at low tide But down by the Thames Mighty marvels will arise Science lighting up the dark nights: Skylon... A vision of the future Rising at the water's edge The turning wheels of industry Invention and makers of wonder We'll be the new Elizabethans Explorers of distant land Make ourselves a better place A new Jerusalem Looking up at Skylon Lost in a dream of impossible things A brave new world to come Underneath the Skylon Colours in a grey world A pick-me-up for the nation The work of giants Here in London Town... [(vi) Mudlarks] [Instrumental]