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 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 that the sun doesn t shine oh 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 that the sun doesn t shine oh 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 caf 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 so how can you tell me you re lonely and say for you that the sun doesn t shine oh 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 seaman s 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 doesn t care oh how can you tell me you re lonely and say for you that the sun doesn t shine oh 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 mind1