Lyrics The Streets Of London - Celtic Thunder, Neil Byrne

The Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the papers in his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hands held loosely by his side
Yesterday’s papers telling yesterday’s news
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
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 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
That 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
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading like the medal ribbons that he wears
And in our winter city
The rain it cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and a world that 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 lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something
To make you change your mind
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