Intro
| 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, and held loosely at his side |
| Yesterday's paper 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 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 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 |
| 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 tea-cup |
| Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone |
| So how can you tell me you're lo - ne - ly |
| Don't 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 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 |
| 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 |