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 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
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

In the all 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 lead you by the hand
And walk 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 the medal
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.