Streets of London - Ralph McTell

textförfattare, Ralph McTell

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,
yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news.

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.

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...

In the old night caf‚
at a quarter to eleven
same old man sitting there
on his own.
Looking at the world
over the rim of his teacup.
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone.

So how can you tell me you're lonely...

Have you seen the old man
outside the seamans mission,
memory fading with the
medal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city
the rain cries a little pity,
for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't see.
So how can you tell me you're lonely...


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