Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you'd see no pride, hands held loosely by his side Yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you the sun won'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 say for you the sun won'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 Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you the sun won'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 I'll show you something to make you change your mind

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

I was told once by a friend of mine She had seen an olden sign She said was not from this time And did I feel the same So I told her yes, I knew her fear As I felt the truth draw near Told her back three hundred years Was the time that I held dear Gather ye lords and ladies fair Come with me to the Renaissance Faire Hurry now, we're almost there Fa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Through the shroud of mystery Turn a page of history Feeling more than you can see Down at the Renaissance Faire Hear the minstrels play their tunes They will play the whole night through Special songs for me and for you And anyone whose heart is true Gather ye lords and ladies fair Come with me to the Renaissance Faire Hurry now, we're almost there Fa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la There's too many stars for one sky to hold Some will fall, others are sold As the fields turn to gold Down at the Renaissance Faire Gather ye lords and ladies fair Come with me to the Renaissance Faire Hurry now, we're almost there Fa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Gather ye lords and ladies fair Come with me to the Renaissance Faire Hurry now, we're almost there La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Come with me to the Renaissance Faire La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Come with me to the Renaissance Faire La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Come with me to the Renaissance Faire