Streets of London - Punch Brothers

作词：Ralph McTell

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 handheld loosely at his side

Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news

Have you seen the old dear 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 that you're mourning

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'II show you something

In the all-night café at a quarter past 11

It's the same old man he's sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup

And each tea lasts an hour 'til he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me that you're mourning

You 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'II show you something

To make you change your mind