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



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 London

Show you something to make you change your mind



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 sitting there on his own

Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup,

Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone



Have you seen the old man outside the Seaman's Mission

Memory fading with the medal ribbons 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