Streets Of London Lyrics

Streets Of London lyrics

Streets of London                                                       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 paper 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.

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.

N the all night café 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 wander home alone.

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.