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'd see no pride, hands held loosely by his side

Yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely

And say for you the sun won'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 the sun won'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

So how can you tell me you're lonely

And say for you the sun won'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

I'll show you something to make you change your mind