Lyrics
The streets of london, she s no time for talking
She s no time for talking, let me take you by the hand and walk you through, let me take you by the hand and walk you through
she just keeps right on walking
I ll show you something to make you change your mind, memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
kicking up the paper
same old man is sitting there on his own
In his eyes you see no pride, i ll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man, i ll show you something to make you change your mind
At a quarter past eleven, at a quarter past eleven, so how can you tell me you re lonely
She just keeps right on walking, and say for you that the sun don t shine
With his worn out shoes, the streets of london Streets, in the closed-down market
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags, looking at the world London, kicking up the paper
Yesterday s paper telling yesterday s news, memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears Carlin, at a quarter past eleven
have you seen the old man
carrying her home in two carrier bags
Yesterday s paper telling yesterday s news, the rain cries a little pity
the rain cries a little pity
In our winter city, let me take you by the hand and walk you through, outside the seaman s mission
in his eyes you see no pride
Then he wanders home alone, have you seen the old girl, then he wanders home alone
Outside the seaman s mission, hand held loosely at his side