Streets Of London (Brittish folk ballad)

Streets Of London (Brittish folk ballad) - Pat Surface

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

So how can you tell me you're lonely

And for you that the sun don't shine

Well 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 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 for you that the sun don't shaine

Well 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 young on this tea cup

And each tea lasts an hour

And he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me that you're lonely

And for you that the sun don't shine

Well 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 have you seen the old man

Outside the seaman's mission

Memory fading like the medal ribbons that he wears

And in the winter city

The rain cries a little ditty

One more forgotten hero

And a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me that you're lonely

And for you that the sun don't shine

Well 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