Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
picking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side,
yesterday’s papers, tellin’ yesterday’s news.
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So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
and say for you 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 gal 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
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And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
Some old man 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
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And have you seen the old man outside the Seaman’s mission
His memory’s fading with those 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
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