I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to goI'm lonely in London, London is lovely soI cross the streets without fearEverybody keeps the way clearI know I know no one here to say helloI know they keep the way clearI am lonely in London without fearI'm wandering round and round here, nowhere to goWhile my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skyWhile my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skyOh Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by meAnd people hurry on so peacefullyA group approaches a policemanHe seems so pleased to please themIt's good, at least, to live and I agreeHe seems so pleased, at leastAnd it's so good to live in peaceAnd Sunday, Monday, years, and I agreeWhile my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skyWhile my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skyI choose no face to look at, choose no wayI just happen to be here, and it's okGreen grass, blue eyes, grey skyGod bless silent pain and happinessI came around to say yes, and I sayWhile my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skyYes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London, London is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round here, nowhere to go
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good, at least, to live and I agree
He seems so pleased, at least
And it's so good to live in peace
And Sunday, Monday, years, and I agree
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
I choose no face to look at, choose no way
I just happen to be here, and it's ok
Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky
God bless silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Yes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
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