The River flows on as the houses crumble into dust when the bombs fall. The River flows on when the roads are blocked. The dark waters of River flow by the bridges and the burial grounds.

Long before London, millennia before London, the River flowed. Before the City thereРІР‚в„ўs always The River.Р”Р‡lowing through the ages. It is, of course, a Song about The River. Summer flows into Autumn and on and on, always, into Winter.Р”Р‡looding the heart and soul with feeling.Р”Р„ Feeling more powerful than all your fears.Р”Р„s long as Londoners can gaze out on Waterloo Sunset they are in paradise. Millions swarming round Waterloo Underground.Р”В®very one dizzy with the possibilities of London Town.Р”В®very one looking to be found and to be safe and sound as the chilly, chilly, evening descends.Р”В®very one feeling London, London, all around them.Р”Вay flows into night. Lovers finding each other and finding themselves. Watching the taxi lights shine so bright.Р”Р„ware of the lovers meeting on Friday night and the lonely friendless souls in the chilly, chilly, evening time.Р”Р„ware of the dirty old river flowing, flowing into the night.Р”Р„ware that the same world can be frightening and a paradise at the same time РІР‚вЂњ it all depends where you are standing and what you see. A watchful London boy who became a watchful London man and artist.Р”Р„live to all the sights and sounds and atmospheres on the breeze, in the fog, in the streets and alleyways of his home town. Work, work, work or lounge and idle away your days.Р”Р„ll around you beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics and the one, the one, just waiting for you. Songwriters and Singers.Р”В¬ome for a mighty mass of brick and smoke and shipping.Р”В¬onfront your counterparts РІР‚вЂњ hero or villain, mountebank or mystic. Those looking for the limelight and others looking to hide out РІР‚вЂњ theyРІР‚в„ўre all drawn to London. Now, there are other fine cities on other great rivers in this nation.Р”Р„nd, if you want to find out who you are, not who youРІР‚в„ўve been told you are, and how far you can go РІР‚вЂњ well then, London, London, is the place to be. РІР‚ВAs long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradiseРІР‚в„ў (Ray Davies)Р”Р„ song about : London, The River, A Lonely Man and Two Lovers by A Great Songwriter leading a great Group. РІР‚ВThe most beautiful song in the English languageРІР‚в„ў (Robert Christgau)

Lonely i am so lonely song 1960s