- Streets of London
This is a song that Fionna and I have been singing for years and Tom, Alison and Al wrapped Ralph McTell’s touching words with their beautiful instrumentals.
Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news
So how can you tell me you’re 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 to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old gal 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.
In the all night café at a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world o’er the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour then he goes home alone
Have you seen the old man, outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn’t care