Streets Of LondonHave you seen the old man in the closed down marketKicking up the paper with his worn out shoes In his eyes you see no pride And held loosely by his side, yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news 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 gal who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talkin, she just keeps right on walkin Carryin her home in two big shopping bags 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 and he goes home alone Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission Memory fading like the ribbons that he wears In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care |