Tonight is her night, and the city holds is breath
Caught twixt life and death, as she rolls in from the suburbs
The garrison flees and the city will burn
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
London town trembles at the sight
Because tonight is her night
And the youth course through the streets to lay down at her feet
And she runs a regal eye to choose who lives and decide who dies
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
The fearful crowds part ways without a fight
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
London town trembles at the sight
She keeps her counsel, smiles when she speaks now, from ear to ear
She's getting married, or so they tell me, when the spring is here
She hums a tune from a song she knows from warm summers past
A song that was sung by kids around campfires in the quiet southwest