Streets of London

Streets of London - Glen Campbell (格倫·坎貝爾)

Have you seen the old man

In the closed-down market

Kicking up papers

With his worn-out shoes

In his eyes you see no pride

Hands held loosely at his side

Yesterday's papers

Telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me

That you're lonely

And say for you that 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

That you're lonely

And say for you that sun don't shine

Let me take you by the hand

And lead you through the streets of Boston

I'll show you something

To make you change your mind

And 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

And each day lasts an hour

Then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me

That you're lonely

And say for you that 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