Now it’s eight o’clock
Jerry is a little bit late tonight
The dusk is deepening
Soon the nightly battle of London will be on
This has been a quiet day for us, but it won’t be a quiet night
The searchlights are in position
The guns are ready
The people’s army of volunteers is ready
They are the ones who are really fighting this war
Brokers, Clerks, Peddlers, Merchants by day
They are heroes by night
These are not Hollywood sound effects
This is the music they play every night in London
The symphony of war
London can take it
London can take it
London raises her head, shakes the debris of a night from her hair, and takes stock of the damage done
The sign of a great fighter in the ring is: can he get up from the floor after being knocked down
London does this every morning
There is no panic, no fear, no despair, in London Town
London can take it
London can take it
The night is long, but sooner or later the dawn will come
