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 paper, 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 café

At a quarter past eleven

The same old man sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup

And each tea lasts an hour

And he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me that 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