Streets Of London
Ralph McTell

Have you seen the old man
in the closed down market
Kicking out the papers
with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride,
hanging loosely by his side
Yesterdays paper
telling yesterdays news
So how can you tell me youíre lonely
And you say that for you the sun donít shine ?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London,
Iíll show you something,
thatíll make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
who walks the streets of London ?
Dirt in her hair
and her clothes are all in rags.
Sheís no time for talking,
she just keeps on walking,
carrying her home
in two old shopping bags
So how can you tell me youíre lonely
And you say that for you the sun donít shine ?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London,
Iíll show you something,
thatíll make you change your mind

In the all night cafe
at a quarter to eleven
Same old man
sitting there alone
Looking at the world
over the rim of his tea cup
Each tea last an hour
then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me youíre lonely
And you say that for you the sun donít shine ?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London,
Iíll show you something,
thatíll make you change your mind

Have you seen old man
outside the seamenís mission
Memoty fading
with the metal ribbons he wears
I this lonesome city
the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
in a world that doesnít care
So how can you tell me youíre lonely
And you say that for you the sun donít shine ?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London,
Iíll show you something,
thatíll make you change your mind


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