Mary Hopkin - Streets of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride.
And held loosely by 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 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.

In the all-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, and he wanders home alone.

Have you seen the old man outside the seamen'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.