Streets of London - 藤田恵美 (ふじた えみ)
Written by：Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man
Walking through the closed down market
Kicking up the paper
With his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosly by his side
Yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks along the streets of london
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talking
She just goes right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me your 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
That'll make you change your mind
In the all night cafe
At 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
Then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me your 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
That'll make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with this medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotton hero
And a world that doesn't care
So how can you tell me your 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
That'll make you change your mind
I'll show you something
That'll make you change your mind
