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