Covent Garden

If you go to a market in London town
There’s one that just won’t settle down
They call it a garden, but half a chance
Will show you more than pretty plants
There’s beautiful freaks on the streets at times
Who don’t say much, in fact they only mime
Where ballerinas call the shots
And local divas sing the dots
I came in from outer space to find a little help
I don’t know another place where I could be myself…

It don’t feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it’s shining here
It don’t feel like the rain can get us anywhere else like it gets us here
It don’t feel like the summer started till I met you, till you came
It don’t feel like the future found me, I couldn’t see it but I’m looking at it now

If Inigo Jones could see the show he started all those years ago
The Piazza king who paved the way is raving in his grave today
Fire starters, circus troops, a weekend tourist jumps the hoop
Another comic Genius counts his coppers to catch the bus
The minstrel plays his part to a crowd he longs to know
The secrets of his heart are joining strangers as they go….

It don’t feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it’s shining here
It don’t feel like the rain can get us anywhere else like it gets us here
It don’t feel like the future found me, I couldn’t see it but I’m looking at it now
Those yesterdays they’d sell a case of pears, of plums and Apple’s too
Today’s the same, but we’ve raised the game
So get your reservation, join the queue!

It don’t feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it’s shining here….