Streets Of London - Black Fade Mix

Have you seen the old man
 In the closed-down market
 Kicking up the paper,
 with his worn out shoes?
 In his eyes you see no pride
 Hand held loosely at his side
 Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
 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.
 In the all night cafe
 At a quarter past eleven,
 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
 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 walk you through
 the streets of London
 I'll show you something to make you change your mind
 Have you seen the old man
 Outside the Seaman's Mission
 Memory fading with the medals that he wears
 In our winter city,
 The rain cries a little pity
 For one more forgotten hero
 And a world that doesn't care