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 take 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 medals 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

I like to walk in the summer breeze Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith Broadway Dear dirty delightful, old drunken old days Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly The pubs and the bookies, where you'd spend all your time And the old men that were singing "When the Roses Bloom Again And Turn Like the Leaves To a New Summertime" Now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London And every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes And how all of this really means nothing to me And now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London And every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes And how all of this really means nothing to me And now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London