Streets Of London — Sinead O Connor

Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you'd see no pride, hand held loosely by his side yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me, you're lonely and say for you the sun won'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 lonely and say for you the sun won'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, then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me, you're lonely and say for you the sun won'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 Seamens mission memorie fathing, with the medalreabbons that he weares In our winter city, the rain cryes little pitty, For one more forgoten hero, and a world that doesnВґt care

So how can you tell me, you're lonely and say for you that the sun doesn'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