Streets of London

How can you tell me you're lonely

Or say that for you, the sun won't shine?

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

I will show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market

Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you'll see no pride

Hand held loosely by his side

They're yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news

And 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

Then how can you tell me you're lonely

Or say that for you, the sun won't shine?

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

I will show you something to make you change your mind

In the all-night café at a quarter past eleven

The same old man sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup

Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone

Yes and have you seen the old man outside the Seamen's Mission

His memory fading like the ribbons that he wears

And in this winter city, the rain cries a little pity

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

Then how can you tell me you're lonely

Or say that for you the sun won't shine?

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

I will show you something to make you change your mind

Then how can you tell me you're lonely

Or say that for you the sun won't shine?

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

I will show you something to make you change your mind