Video Strees Of London de Roger Whittaker 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Roger Whittaker - Strees Of London Lyrics

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking in the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his side,
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.


So how can you tell me you're lonley
And say for you that the sun doesn'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 girl who walks the streets of London?
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talkin', she keeps right on walkin',
Carring her home in two carrier bags.


So how can you tell me you're lonley
And say for you that the sun doesn'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.


In the all night café at a 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 you're lonley
And say for you that the sun doesn'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 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 and a world that doesn't care