Streets of London - Drops of Green

Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you'd see no pride, hands held loosely by his side Yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you the sun won'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 talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you the sun won'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 cafe at a quarter past eleven Same old man 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 the sun won'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 I'll show you something to make you change your mind

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 Hand 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, 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 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 to make you change your mind Have you seen the old man Outside the Seaman's Mission 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 that doesn't care

I like to walk in the summer breeze Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith Broadway Dear dirty delightful, old drunken old days Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly The pubs and the bookies, where you'd spend all your time And the old men that were singing "When the Roses Bloom Again And Turn Like the Leaves To a New Summertime" Now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London And every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes And how all of this really means nothing to me And now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London And every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes And how all of this really means nothing to me And now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At the four gray walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home

(It's so good to touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on And down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the cold grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath the green green grass of home

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train There to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry There's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me And I realized that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree And they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and the lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Yeah, down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and the lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At four gray walls that surround me And I realize I was only dreamin' There's a guard and there's a sad old padre Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak again I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old tree As I lay me in the green, green grass of home