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 loosely at his side 

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's 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 

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 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 

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



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 tea-cup, 

Each tea lasts an hour 

Then he wanders home alone 



So how can you tell me 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 

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 

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 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