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
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday´s paper telling yesterday´s news

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,
No, 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 is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

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 walk through the streets of London
I´ll show you something
That make you change your mind

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
One more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn´t care

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 walk through the streets of London
I´ll show you something
That make you change your mind

Let me take you by the hand
And walk through the streets of London
I´ll show you something
That make you change your mind...