Streets of London

Have you seen the old man

Am Em

In the closed-down market

Kicking up the paper,

with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

Am Em

Hand held loosely by his side

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

R: 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

I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl

Am Em

Who walks the streets of London

Dirt in her hair

and her clothes in rags?

She's no time for talking,

Am Em

She just keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

R:

In the all night cafe

Am Em

At a quarter past eleven,

Same old man

is sitting there on his own

Looking at the world

Am Em

Over the rim of his tea-cup,

Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone

R:

Have you seen the old man

Am Em

Outside the Seaman's Mission

Memory fading

with the medals that he wears

In our winter city,

Am Em

The rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

R: