Have you seen the old manIn a closed-down market?Kicking up the paperWith his worn out shoesIn his eyes, you see no prideAnd held loosely at his sideYesterday's paperTelling yesterday's news
Have you seen the old girlWho walks the streets of London?Dirt in her hairAnd her clothes in ragsShe's no time for talkingShe just keeps right on walkingCarrying her homeIn two carrier bags
In the all night caféAt a quarter past elevenSame old manSitting there on his ownLooking at the worldOver the rim of his teacupEach tea lasts an hourAnd he wanders home alone
Have you seen the old manOutside the seaman's mission?Memory fading withThe medal ribbons that he wearsIn our winter cityThe rain cries a little pityFor one more forgotten heroAnd 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 handAnd lead you through the streets of LondonShow you something to make you change your mind
