Streets Of London

Mary Hopkin

Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man ... In the closed down market
Kicking up the paper ... With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride ... Hand held loosely by his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me your 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 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 your 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

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
Each tea lasts an hour ... Then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me your 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 man ... Outside the Seaman's Mission,
Memory fading with this medal ribbons he wears?
In our winter city ... The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero ... And a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me your lonely
And say for you that the sun dont 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