Streets Of London

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 hands 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 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 pass eleven

Same old man sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup

And each tea last an hour, and he wanders home alone

Have you seen the old girl who walks

The streets of London

Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rag

She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags

And have you seen the old man outside

The seaman's mission

Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears

And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity

One more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't car