Streets Of London
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market?
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news
So how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She has no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home, in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And I'll show you something to make you change your mind
And in the all night café at a quarter past eleven
The same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
And in our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely?
And say for you the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And I'll show you something to make you change your mind