[Intro] A night flight leaving Canada behind Stars like lights spread across the sky Across the sea, a brand-new stage My heartbeat arrived before I reached the place The weak yen showed in every price The cost of living opened my eyes Still, my heart was burning bright To four nations, the journey carried on [Verse 1 – London] London morning, a red bus rolling by From the upper deck, I watched the city fly The bells of Big Ben began to sound “I’m really here” — my heart was beating loud Walking, laughing, walking once again Chasing dreams through streets I’d never seen My feet were heavy, but my steps were light London’s streets kept urging us through the night Only by walking can you see the view Only by walking find the wonders waiting for you Between the famous sights, the city showed its face We enjoyed the journey at our own pace [Pre-Chorus] Through the doors of the British Museum The whole world opened up before us Surrounded by treasures of the highest class We lost track of time as the moments passed [Chorus] London, London, red double-decker bus Through the city of dreams, we ride with us High prices and the weak yen too All disappeared beneath the view England, Wales Scotland, Northern Ireland Four flags dancing in the wind One unforgettable journey begins [Verse 2 – London Market] Lidl and ALDI, friends of the everyday traveler Keeping our wallets from getting lighter Even the cheap bread tasted so good A fresh-baked morning, just as it should We bought some pasta to carry us through the night Living like locals beneath the city lights Beyond the tourist spots, a different view Even supermarket lights became part of the journey too Beautiful Big Ben throughout the day Morning and sunset, it never changed its way Whenever the bells rang through the town Another London moment was written down [Rap – London Walking Days] Day two, thirty kilometers on our feet Day three, twenty more through every street Our feet were tired, but our hearts stayed light Still not enough — we wanted one more mile Views from the red bus, passing by Little miracles waiting in every side Not just the main roads, not just the crowds We tasted London walking through the back streets out loud [Verse 3 – Cardiff] The bus to Cardiff, green fields passing by Wales unfolding underneath the sky The Welsh flag, a red dragon in flight Powerful and proud, an incredible sight Cardiff Castle, walls of stone Echoes of an older world still call it home Standing in the heart of the town A beautiful story wearing a crown With the red dragon burning in our chest The pride of Wales was shining at its best Every unfamiliar street we came to know Left another memory in our souls We took a bite of fish and chips With golden batter and ocean mist People may say different things about the taste But in our memories, it was still first-rate [Chorus 2] Cardiff, Cardiff The red dragon takes to the sky Every unfamiliar taste, every road passing by Turns into a song when we walk nearby England, Wales Scotland, Northern Ireland Different landscapes, different songs Still, one journey carries us along [Verse 4 – Edinburgh] The bus to Edinburgh, hills beyond the glass Rolling through the landscapes as the hours passed Stepping down onto the cobblestone street Like entering a film where dreams and legends meet Edinburgh, a city carved in stone Painted by the colors of the setting sun From the ancient castle looking down A story wrapped around the town The sound of bagpipes filled the air Shaking every stone and stair If I could choose, I’d stay forever Drunk on that sound, leaving never Every shop and street dressed in style Like a movie scene stretching for miles Somewhere beyond the mist and haze A hero waits to begin the next page [Instrumental Break] Bagpipes rising to the sky Fiddles dancing with the wind nearby On the cobblestones, we lost track of time Drifting through a dream in the evening light [Bridge – Glasgow to Belfast] A bus to Glasgow, city lights fading away The harbor wind was calling us to stay Beyond the water, across the sea Another unknown land was waiting to be By bus and ferry, we crossed the waves Trusting our dreams to the sea they braved From island to island, flag to flag The journey moved on with the dreams we had [Verse 5 – Belfast] Belfast, the city of Titanic Where iron and ocean hold memories At the Titanic Museum, we stood Touching the history where the great ship stood A city that built a giant ship A city that loaded dreams for the trip Glory and sorrow beyond the tide Still live in the harbor wind outside Walking through the city of Titanic Where past and future cross and collide Each time the ferry whistle sounds A brand-new journey turns around We boarded a bus to the next place Watching the city drift away We crossed four nations on the road But the journey still has miles to go [Final Chorus] London, Cardiff Edinburgh, Belfast By bus and ferry, we crossed the land A tale
