Streets of London

Have you seen the old man

In a closed-down market?

Kicking up the paper

With his worn out shoes

In his eyes, you see no pride

And 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

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 café

At a quarter past eleven

Same old man

Sitting there on his own

Looking at the world

Over the rim of his teacup

Each tea lasts an hour

And 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

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

Show you something to make you change your mind