Dana Winner 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 by his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun doesn't shine Oh 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 keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags
In the allnight café at a quarter past 11 Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone
Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears In our winter city The rain cries little pity For a long forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care
Oh how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun doesn't shine Oh 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
