Im Original ist dies Streets of London ein Lied von Ralph McTell, und schon beim ersten Zuhören habe ich den Text leicht umgedichtet. Die Änderungen sind nur minimal, erfordern dichterische Freiheit und sind sicherlich nicht besonders gut, aber mit gefällt’s 
Have you seen the old elf
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 scrolls, telling yesterday’s news
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 lead you through the streets of Bree-Town
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the hobbit
Who walks the streets of Bree-Town
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 that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Bree-Town
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
In the prancing pony
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old dwarf is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his beermug,
Each beer last 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 lead you through the streets of Bree-Town
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
And have you seen the old man
Outside the warrior’s mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our little city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that 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 lead you through the streets of Bree-Town
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
