Streets Of London (Live)

Streets Of London (Live) - Glen Campbell (格倫·坎貝爾)

Written by：McTell/Ralph McTel

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market

Picking up the papers with his worn out shoes

In his eyes you see no pride

And hanging loosely at his side

Yesterdays paper telling yesterdays 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 dear 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

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 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