London Apprentice Songtext
von Ralph McTell

I am the London apprentice for I never will learn her trade
The best that I could hope for is from mistakes I′ve made
A man who never made any, he never made nothing at all
Sir Christopher Wren had to start again when he built St. Paul's

I am the London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways
When I walk the streets of London I am constantly amazed
How a road I never was on before leads to what I know
But as any cabby will tell you, that′s how all knowledge grows


I am the London apprentice and I love the muddy Thames
Pushing its way through the city just to come back again
Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came
A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames

I am the London apprentice and I'll accept the status quo
That a Cockney must be born within the silent spells of Bow
But London's been a refuge by accident or plan
So ask me who′s a Londoner and I′ll answer, "Every man"

I am the London apprentice but one thing I know for sure
I'll tell you very bluntly with these words you can′t ignore
Remember Doctor Johnson whose wit cut like a knife
When a man is tired of London, oh, a man is tired of life

I am the London apprentice for I never will learn her trade
The best that I could hope for is from mistakes I've made
And a man who never made any, he never made nothing at all