Swimming Over London - The King's Singers

A woman is swimming over London,

a fox turns up his face to see her pass,

there are blackbirds in the sleeping streets,

a pear tree, luminous with blossom:

it’s the dream she always has,

the dream where she’s touching a cloud —

The night is a tide she is pulled by

while a taxicab slumbers underneath,

and a robin is a fish who sings

from a treetop of coral below her:

it’s the dream she always has, the dream where she’s dancing through air —

Aerials point like signposts

until all the houses are gone,

and fields give way to a beach

where the ocean is calling her name:

it’s the dream she always has,

the dream where she’s swimming over London-

where she sings to the stars like a mermaid

and darkness is a murmur in her hair.