Lyrics Streets of London - Beth McCarthy

Streets of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed down arcade?
Kicking up the paper with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hands 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 don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And show you something to make you change your mind
In the all-night café 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 and he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you, the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And show you something to make you change your mind
And have you seen the old man outside the Seamen’s Mission?
Memory fading with the medals that he wears
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
One more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn’t care
So how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you, the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And show you something to make you change your mind