There's no God in London, Weary, wicked London. For, look you, I've lost my friend— Lost her in London. My heart's best friend Is astray in London, Your terrible London! You've miles of granite streets In stony London; And millions toiling in London, Crowded London; But I cannot find my friend, My poor lost friend, For the tumult and traffic of London, Pitiless London! It's cruel seeking in London, Boundless London, For a face that'll never come— For the face of a friend, The face of my lost, lost friend, Lost in London. There's no God in London, Your terrible London!