Sitting by the river in an old cafe whiling away the hours with the sun on my face A million different people weave along the streets Beautifully together like a tapestry I'm feeling melancholy as the world goes by The wonder of the city really makes me sigh Give me London in the summertime Come see London in the summertime I wander through the market and the air's so still Down from Portobello into Primrose Hill And brokers looking busy in expensive suits But I don't need their money to enjoy the view The girls are looking pretty in their vintage style It seems an awful pity not to stay a while Give me London in the summertime Come see London in the summertime The streets are filled with tourists here to see my queen Hoping she'll invite them for a cup of tea A busker by the station warms his weathered skin Sipping on a beer and smiling as his sings Give me London in the summertime Come see London in the summertime It's a red sky tonight To Shepherds Bush delight