Have you see the old man in the closed down market kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes And in his eyes you'd see no pride and held loosely at his side yeaterday's paper telling yeaterday's news
So how can you tell me that 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 I'll 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 talkin' She just keeps right on walkin' carrying her home in two carrier bags
Have you see the old man outside the seaman's mission memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care