Streets Of London

Streets Of London - Roger Whittaker

Written by：Ralph McTell

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market

Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes

In his eyes you see no pride hand held loosely by his side

Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely

And say for you that the sun doesn'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 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 doesn'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

In the all night caf' at a quarter past eleven

Same old man is sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup

Each tea last an hour and he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely

And say for you that the sun doesn'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 man outside the seaman's mission

Memory fading with the metal ribbons that he wears

In our winter city the rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

Oh how can you tell me you're lonely

And say for you that the sun doesn't shine

Oh

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