Testo Streets Of London Roger Whittaker
So how can you tell me youâre lonely
And say for you that the sun donât shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Iâll 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?
Sheâs 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 is sitting there on his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup,
Each tea last an hour, and he wanders home alone.
Have you seen the old man outside the seamanâs mission,
Memory fading with the metal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city the rain cries a little pity,
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesnât care.