Streets of London Ralph McTell (A)Have you seen the (E)old man in the (F#m)closed down (C#m)market (D)Kicking off the (A)paper with his (B7)worn out (E7)shoes (A)In his eyes you (E)see no pride and held (F#m)loosely at his (C#m)side (D)Yesterday's (A)paper telling (E7)yesterday's (A)news.   So (D)how can you (C#m)tell me you're (E-E7-F#m)lonely   (B7)And say for you that the sun don't (E)shine (E7)   (A)Let me take you (E)by the hand   And (F#m)lead you through the (C#m)streets of London   (D)I'll show you (A)something to (E)make you change your (A)mind Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and the 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 cafe at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup And each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone Have you seen the old man outside the Seamen's Mission Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care   alles-uke.de