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  • Have you seen the old man
    In the closed down market
    Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
    In his eyes you see no pride
    Hands 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
    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 talking
    She just keeps right on walking
    Carrying her home in two carrier bags
    In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven
    The 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 minor ribands that he wears
    In our winter city the rain cries little pity
    For one more forgotten hero
    And a world which doesn't care
  • Have you seen the old man
    In the closed down market
    Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
    In his eyes you see no pride
    Hands 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
    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 talking
    She just keeps right on walking
    Carrying her home in two carrier bags
    In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven
    The 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 minor ribands that he wears
    In our winter city the rain cries little pity
    For one more forgotten hero
    And a world which doesn't care