Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man In the closed down market Kicking up the paper With his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosly at his side Yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news So how can you tell me your 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 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's no time for talking She just keeps on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me your 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 I'll show you something to make you change your mind In the all-night cafe At quarter past eleven Same old man Sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup Each tea lasts an hour Then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me your 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 I'll show you something to make you change your mind And have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission? Memory fading with this medal ribbons he wears In our winter city The rain cries a little pity For one more forgotton hero And a world that doesn't care So how can you tell me your lonely And say for you that the sun dont shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind