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
Hands held loosely at his side
Yesterday's papers
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

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