He sailed the shores of distant islands The wind and rope betrayed his hands At once a rough and tumble drifter But few recall a kinder man He could ride a boxcar like a stallion He could win a knife fight with a song He chased the gold north to Alaska With men from all around the world They starved for months to find no treasure So he put the mem'ries down in words The legend carried 'cross the ocean Of hungry wolves and bitter cold It was the life he'd always dreamed of His rightful stories would be told London you could run You were born to chase the Sun I can't believe the places that you've been And all the things that you've done London you can tell A great story can cast a spell You took me deep into the wilderness Be it heaven or be it hell The world was hungry for his stories To know of what he'd seen or heard He covered wars in foreign countries But found the whole idea absurd What mattered most to him was freedom What mattered least was growing old He had the life he'd always dreamed of But soon the life would take its toll London you could run You were born to chase the Sun I can't believe the places that you've been And all the things that you've done London you can tell A great story can cast a spell You took me deep into the wilderness Be it heaven or be it hell London you could run You were born to chase the Sun I can't believe the places that you've been And all the things that you've done London you could tell A great story can cast a spell