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 and hanging loosely at his side

Yesterdays paper, telling yesterdays news

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

Show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old dear who walks the streets of London

Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags

She's 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

Show you something to make you change your mind

And in the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven

Same old man sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup

And each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me that you're lonely

Don't say for you that the sun don't shine

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London

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 the 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 that 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

Show you something to make you change your mind