Oh won't
you take a short walk with me
We'll stroll down to the Seven Dials
And by the light of the waning moon
We'll see strange people
and strange times
And what strange times?
It really doesn't matter where I've been
I can only tell you what I've seen
And it may come now as some surprise
To see what's really going on in
Where the rookery's narrow alleys
Seven downs to coun
t all the days
And of the stranger with inquiring face
For each to catch the circling rays
Circ ling rays
It really don't matter what he's seen
I thought, can he really tell
you where he's been?
And it will come out as no surprise
To see what's really
going on in his eyes
Make yourself warm, come inside
There's no slight intended,
well nothing implied
An invitation to sit side by side with
The thief and the beggar, even the sly
Is no pretence, nothing to hide
He dwells on every single corner
Tries every winding street in vain
The overcrowded town goes
And dabbles back his
weary steps again
Steps again
Ooh, make yourself warm, come inside
There's no slight intended,
nothing implied
An invitation to sit side by side
With a thief, a beggar, even a snipe
Make yourself warm, come inside
Strap yourself in,
we're going for a ride
No pretense, nothing to hide
The fainter, the better, the jilted bride
Make yourself warm, come inside
No pretense, nothing to hide
Make yourself warm, come inside
Make yourself a warm and side