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 loosly at his side. Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s 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 though 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 lead you though the streets of London Show you something to make you change your mind. In the old night café, 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, than he wanders home alone. So how can you tell me you’re lonely? Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine. Let me take you by the hand and lead you though the streets of London Show you something to make you change your mind. Have you seen the old man outside the seamen’s mission? Memory fading with the metal ribbons that he weares. In our winter city the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero, and the 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 though the streets of London Show you something to make you change your mind.