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