One, two, three, four      Many is the day I took for granted   Breathing the air that silenced some   As the North Wind blew with its head of thunder   Beating its breast with a war drenched song      Bathe awhile, awash in slumber   Cry what's left to sleep   Where you dream of the love you left forever   Pity no more nor grieve      For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born   Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High   Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup   Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye   We were the Kings of the Kilburn High      Listen to the sound of dead men dying   March as they flee but exiled, bound   Their ship once sailed no longer anchors   For gone is the green and their hallowed ground      Toast to tears of times past glories   This ageless clock chime stalls   Were to kiss the lips of that love forgotten   To fly where no others have soared      For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born   Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High   Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup   Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye   We were the Kings of the Kilburn High   We were the Kings of the Kilburn High      Toast to tears of times past glories   This ageless clock chime stalls   Were to kiss the lips of that love forgotten   To fly where no others have soared      For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born   Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High   Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup   Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye      For we're the kings of it all, the day we were born   Now we're the Kings of the Kilburn High   Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup   Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye   We were the Kings of the Kilburn High   We were the Kings of the Kilburn High      [Incomprehensible] London's a wonderful sight