The strange and the curious Grew well in dark corners Away from the trampling feet Warmed by their own strange heat They swayed to their own strange breeze But now The flowers of London have gone The flowers of London have gone The flowers of London have gone They've gone, gone, gone, gone They cut up the sky And the garden ran dry For they left it no space To grow on This once Was a garden for some But now the night And its garden Have gone The flowers of London have gone The flowers of London have gone The flowers of London have gone They've gone, gone, gone, gone The flowers of London have gone The flowers of London have gone The flowers of London have gone They've gone