The 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 by his side
Reading yesterdays papers telling yesterdays news.

So how can you tell me youíre lonely?
And say for you that the sun donít shine.
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Iíll 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
Sheís no time for talking, she just keeps on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me youíre lonely?
And say for you that the sun donít shine.
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Iíll 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 teacup
Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone.

So how can you tell me youíre lonely?
And say for you that the sun donít shine.
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Iíll show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old man outside the seamanís mission?
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city where the rain cries little pity
For one forgotten hero and a world that doesnít care.

So how can you tell me youíre lonely?
And say for you that the sun donít shine.
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Iíll show you something to make you change your mind.

So how can you tell me youíre lonely?
And say for you that the sun donít shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London.

So how can you tell me youíre lonely?
And say for you that the sun donít shine.
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Iíll show you something to make you change your mind.

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