There is a store on London Road

Where all unwanted treasure goes

For Vintage clothes they'll give you old for new

Come rain or shine they'll venture out

To rifle through the lost and found

Guaranteed to find a gem or two



Every Monday morning there's an old man at the store

Always seems to find exactly what he's looking for



He blows the dust from off the surface

Traces each and every line

And with Scarred and weathered fingers

Holds it up towards the light

He knows exactly what he has to do to bring it back to life

Nothing is worthless for the one who sees the gold

New for old.



He takes it home and once again.

He's skilled and loving hands begin

To strip away the varnish and the glue

He sands it down and though it's late

He gives it one more coat of paint

Till every crack is gone it's good as new



Every Monday morning you will find him at the store

If someone has thrown away something he knows he can restore



He blows the dust from off the surface

Traces each and every line

And with Scarred and weathered fingers

Holds it up towards the light

He knows exactly what he has to do to bring it back to life

Nothing is worthless for the one who sees the gold



There is nothing that's beyond repair

There is no one too far gone

Can't your eyes see what can be done

With a little love



Just blow the dust from off the surface of each tired and weary life

There's a diamond to discover when you hold it to the light

Cause everyone is someone's treasure when there're loved and that is why

Nothing's worthless for the one who sees the gold

New for old.