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, And held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news...
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, No - she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
In the old night cafe At a quarter past eleven, Same old man is 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 you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and walk you through the streets of London, I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind...
Have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission? His memory fading With the medals that he wears. In our winter city, The rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero, And a world doesn't care...
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 walk you through the streets of London, I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind...
Let me take you by the hand and walk you through the streets of London, I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind...