Song: Streets of London - Cilla Black

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

So how can you tell me

you're lonely,

And you say for you

that the sun don't shine

Let me take you by the hand

and lead you through
the streets of London

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,

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

In the all night cafe

at a quarter past 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

Have you seen the old man

outside the Seaman's 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 care