Streets of London

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[C] Have you seen the [G] old man,

In the [Am] closed-down [Em] market

[F] Kicking up the [C] paper, with his [F] worn-out [G7] shoes?

[C] In his eyes you [G] see no pride

[Am] Hand held loosely [Em] at his side

[F] Yesterday’s [C] paper,

Telling [G7] yesterday’s [C] news

So [F] how can you [Em] tell me, you’re [G] lo-[C]one-[Am]ly

[D] And say for [D7] you that the sun don’t [G] shine

[C] Let me take you [G] by the hand and

[Am] Lead you through the [Em] streets of London

[F] I’ll show you [C] something,

To [G7] make you change your [C] mind

[C] Have you seen the [G] old girl,

Who [Am] walks the streets of [Em] London

[F] Dirt in her [C] hair, and her [F] clothes in [G7] rags?

[C] She’s no time for [G] talking,

She [Am] just keeps right on [Em] walking

[F] Carrying her [C] home

In [G7] two carrier [C] bags

[C] In the all-night [G] café,

At a [Am] quarter past e-[Em]leven

[F] Same old [C] man, sitting [F] there on his [G7] own

[C] Looking at the [G] world,

Over the [Am] rim of his [Em] tea cup

And [F] each tea lasts an [C] hour,

And he [G7] wanders home a-[C]lone

[C] Have you seen the [G] old man

Out-[Am]side the seaman's [Em] mission

[F] Memory [C] fading with the [F] medal ribbons that he [G7] wears?

[C] In our winter [G] city,

The rain [Am] cries a little [Em] pity

For [F] one more forgotten [C] hero

And a [G7] world that doesn't [C] care