Streets of London

	Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
	Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?
	In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side,
	Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.
	Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London,
	Dirtel hair and her clothes in raigs?
	She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
	Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
	Than how can you tell me, you're lonely
	Or 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 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.
	Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission,
	his memory fading like the ribbons that he wears?
	And in this winter city the rain cries a little pity
	for one more forgotten hero and a world doesn't care.
	Than how can you tell me, you're lonely
	Or 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.
	Than how can you tell me, you're lonely
	Or 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.