STREETS OF LONDON
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 at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.
So how can you tell me you're lonely and say for you the sun doesn't shine
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I will show you something to make you change your mind
And 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.
And 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 teacup
Each tea lasts an hour than he wonders home alone.
Have you seen the old man outside the seamen's mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and the world that doesn't care.