streets of london — текст песни (oconnor sinead)

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STREETS OF LONDON
(Trad., Arr. Ralph McTell)

The hardest thing about this tune is not the music - which is basically simple
4/4 with alternating bass for each chord - but the timing while singing the
choruses and the last verse.  I`ve tried to indicate phrasing by commas and
line spacing, and I repeat chords when they cover two measures.  Maybe it`s
not *that* difficult, after all. :-)  If you`re really stuck, find someone
from back home to sing it for you.

A truly beautiful, three-hanky tune.



VERSE:

C                 G        Am                 Em
Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market
F              C                D7       G7
picking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
C               G             Am               Em   
In his eyes you see no pride, and held loosely by his side
F           C               G7          C     
yesterday`s papers, telling yesterday`s news


CHORUS:

C      F           Em              C         Am
    So how can you tell me, you`re lo - ne - ly  
D7            D7                     G      G7
  and say for you that the sun don`t shine?
C               G                Am                   Em
Let me take you by the hand, and lead you through the streets of London
F               C             G7                   C      C   
  I`ll show you something, to make you change your mind


OTHER VERSES:

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

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

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

submitted by:  
Bob Smith
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