Streets of London
Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man In the closed down market
Kicking up the papersWith his worn out shoes?
In his eyes, you see no prideHands held loosely at 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
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