Текст песни Blackmore's Night - Streets of London

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
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...

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,
No - she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

In the old night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own...
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone...

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 walk
you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind...

Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission?
His memory fading
With the medals that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero,
And a world doesn't care...

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 walk
you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind...

Let me take you by the hand and walk
you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind...