Have you seen the old man
in the closed down market,
Kicking out the papers
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.
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And you 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 you 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,
and each tea lasts a hour, and he wanders home alone.
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And you 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 seamen's mission?
Memory fading with the medal ribbons he wears.
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity,
For one more forgotten hero
in a world that doesn't care.
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And you 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.