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 by 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

And have you seen that 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

And in the all-night café

At a quarter past eleven

That same old man

Sitting there on his own

Looking at the world

Over the rim of his tea-cup

And each tea lasts an hour

And he wanders home alone

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 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