Intro :
Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down
market
picking up the papers, with his worn-out
shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely
by his side
yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's
news
So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne -
ly
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 gal, 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 ba
gs
So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne -
ly
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
And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past
eleven
some old man sitting there , all on his
own
Looking at the w orld, over the rim of his
tea-cup
And each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders h
ome alone
So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne -
ly
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
And have you seen the old man, outside the seaman'
s mission?
His memory's fading, with those medal ribbons that he
wears
And in our winter city, the rain cries little
pity
For one more forgotten hero, and a w orld that doesn't
care
So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne -
ly
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
