Streets of London

Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market picking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his side yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news     So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne - ly   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 gal, 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 lo - ne - ly   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    And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven some old man sitting there, all on his own Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup And each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone     So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne - ly   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    And have you seen the old man, outside the seaman's mission? His memory's fading, with those medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city, the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care     So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne - ly   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