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

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 doesn't shine

Oh 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 keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags

In the allnight café at a quarter past 11

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

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 little pity

For a long forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care

Oh how can you tell me you're lonely

And say for you that the sun doesn't shine

Oh 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