The Streets Of London - Celtic Thunder, Neil Byrne

Have you seen the old man

In the closed-down market

Kicking up the papers in his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

Hands held loosely by his side

Yesterday’s papers telling yesterday’s news

And 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 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

In the all night cafe

At a quarter past eleven

That 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

Have you seen the old man

Outside the seaman’s mission

Memory fading like the medal ribbons that he wears

And in our winter city

The rain it cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn’t care

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

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