		Streets of London by Ralph McTell
		C Have you seen the G old man, Am in the closed-down Em market F picking up the C papers, with his D7 worn-out G7 shoes? C In his eyes you G see no pride, Am and held loosely Em by his side F yesterday's C papers, telling G7 yesterday's C news Chorus: C So F how can you Em tell me, you're C loEmneAmly D7 say for you the sun don't G shine G7 C Let me take you G by the hand, Am lead you through the Em streets of London F I'll show you C something, to G7 make you change your C 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 --Chorus And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven some old man sitting there, all on his own Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup Each day lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone --Chorus And have you seen the old man, outside the seaman's mission? His memory's fading, with those medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city, the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care